Just take look at your ripped jeans, youre killing me Take a look at your converse, youre killing me Please get a shirt that fits you, youre killing me Blow it up tonight and fight and fight and fight x2 I wasnt drunk, youre just a jerk And I can still see your smug smirk Even though you didnt know I lied And you didnt see me quit my job or fly off the handle I still got your keys Ima crawl in I dont have your keyboard, I sold it I didnt even wait to hear back To pack, back to PVD, I haul ass Take a look at your haircut, youre killing me Take a look at your glasses, youre killing me Placement of the piercings, youre killing me Blow it up tonight and fight and fight and fight You talk all about life on lifes terms All I can think about is this girl needs life alert You got off hall restrict You couldnt get your cords Spend all night saying you dont wanna lose your dog And I get it, I made friends with the losers The yogadoers and computers Taking vacay at McClayclay Theyve been here too many times All the nurses assists getting pissed And the sad things that It shouldnta happened at all I get home and I stare straight at the fucking wall I write poems and try to rap to spend the time Getting money from my family and my pity, Im fine In the hall sittin pretty playing scrabble Board games bored life Apples to Apples Everyone somehow makes it work And youre stressing about your silly little bands merch Im a moron with moms laptop, say its poetry And I could draw the pattern on the ceiling from my memory Maybe someone elsell write these fuckin songs for me Im bomb and Im not even in the industry Take a look at your ripped jeans, youre killing me Take a look at your converse, youre killing me Please get a shirt that fits you, youre killing me Meet the quota or fight and fight and fight This time Ill try not to lie About the shitty things that other people did Im exiting the tiny shell you trapped me in Here i go retreating to my castle in the sky Write rhymes and cry and hide til im verified Just take look at your ripped jeans your killing me Take a look at your converse, youre killing me Get a shirt that fits you, youre killing me Blow it up tonight and fight and fight and fight x2
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