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