i'm busted I don't have my half of the rent don't give me attitude shit I think I'm at it again i think it's been awhile since i've had any friends I've been adjusted it doesn't make any sense
woah it doesn't make any sense
They took my lighter again I think I need to write my name on it it may be innocent but they still a game on it like a hunter with a cigarette near a fire when you're soaking wet the people smile as the token waves when hell turns up they look the other way
woah it doesn't make any sense
spare my life for what i've done carve my body open slowly don't let me leave i'll be here