cop a feel for all your sins don't get too excited suck down ritalin fake an interest seven inch penny for your soul and it's not worth it runnin' from myself i don't even know why cutting out your paper friends paper doesn't last it burns it burns it burns camouflage is on the rise you're not fashion conscious you're acid washed you're acid wasshd runnin' from myself i don't even know why carbonated blonde couture drunken hands will kill your pimp and make you whore de jour you're worth more dead than alive i don't want to die here i don't even know why sometimes i just get by
