don’t let the guilt trip get to me; don’t enjoy imagining you don’t mind it you must love the misery but it don’t make any sense to me i don’t like it why don’t you show a little sympathy? spend some time with a friend like me? why not try it? there is no sound like broken glass; the upper half of the middle class hard to find it
you’re like a picture in a broken frame i don’t buy it and i don’t ever wanna sleep it off so excited
present yourself so pleasently without the air of society i admire it you got the best partial nudity; contact the nearest relative compromise it we’re all just living in bellies of snakes until digestion complete we wait so subsided and i don’t ever wanna sleep it off, i don’t ever wanna sleep it off i’m so excited
you’re like a picture in a broken frame i don’t buy it and i don’t ever wanna sleep it off so excited