Think you’re so good, with your airs and graces
Your first world smiles and monarchy faces
You take a big run-up then jump down my throat
and warm yourself up with my jugular coat
So I can’t spit out words, ‘cause you’re sitting on me
And you won’t understand, ‘cause I’m choking you see
I’ll always be wrong, I know you agree, must stem from my vicious jealousy
I’m moody, I’m nasty, full of apathy, depressing, repressing, what more do you see?
Some hate and malicious tendencies? Obsessive, destructive, dependencies?
Well I’ll tell you what, it’s a shame to see, you never gave me a chance
You never got to meet me
I see, plastic devotions, disposable smiles
chewing gum feelings that go on for miles, acid tongues lashing
like poisonous darts, following orders from polyethylene hearts
Zoom in, you bet, conniving eyes; zoom out, dead set, more thriving lies
Don’t waste my time, don’t talk to me, nothing but fakeness, a Claytons buddy
Guess this is the end, sad but true. It’s over. I’m done. Yep. I’m through.