I don't know what this feeling is,
It kinda feels like I'm taking a piss,
On my soul with a hole and I'm not ready, no
Im not ready
I don't know why I even exist,
And all your theories are just hit or miss,
And now I wish on a star in a bar with a drink in my fist,
And I'm pissed
And I shouldn't catch a f*cking attitude
Even though it doesn't f*cking come cute
No I shouldn't be so f*cking...you
And now I'm thinking of dipping in the abyss,
I'm not surprised it's been throwing me eyes like this,
Like a sentimental singer and his voice is on my ringer,
And I'll worry about introductions when I get there
And now I'm swimming in some real deep shit,
Navigating through it with nautical prowess,
Automated servant play Message in a bottle by The Police,
Sending out an SOS.
And you shouldn't catch a f*cking attitude,
Even though it doesn't f*cking come cute,
No you shouldn't be so god damned... YOU
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La La La La La La La La, La.