17 Coked up Speeding - Say Anything

17 Coked up Speeding - Say Anything

Альбом
I Don't Think It Is
Год
2016
Язык
`Angļu`
Длительность
216790

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17 Coked up Speeding

Say Anything

I’m 17, coked up and speeding

And I cannot swear that this is actually happening

Collecting names scrawled out on paper napkins

And confusing love with squalid, base attraction

I’m 21 and she’s called the cops to take me

As I weep my eyes bone dry in the back of a taxi

I’m so convinced that now it’s finally too late

Disembodied, friction based, toothless in an empty face

I don’t mind if I spend my time humping a fault line

«Hey, kid!

You’re not a kid anymore!

You’re not a kid anymore!»

Said the fool to the mystic

«Be realistic!»

(Just do)

He replied with a lipstick sigil:

«You always think too much and feel too little»

«Hey, kid!

You’re not a kid anymore!

You’re not a kid anymore!»

Said the fool to the mystic

«Be realistic!»

(Just do)

He replied with a lipstick sigil:

«You always think too much and feel too little»

I’m 23 locked up in the asylum

Listening too much to my own album

Sent me spinning out death-wish-bound to forge a callous

Stomping on the seesaw where I balance

I’m at that age where I actually go to parties

And I sit in the back with a drink and let them judge me

While I pray to the devil that a hurricane comes to take us

We’ll be torn away from all the ways we fake trust

«Hey, kid!

You’re not a kid anymore!

You’re not a kid anymore!»

Said the fool to the mystic

«Be realistic!»

(Just do)

He replied with a lipstick sigil:

«You always think too much and feel too little»

«Hey, kid!

You’re not a kid anymore!

You’re not a kid anymore!»

Said the fool to the mystic

«Be realistic!»

(Just do)

He replied with a lipstick sigil:

«You always think too much and feel too little»

«Hey, kid!

Hey, kid!

Hey, kid!

You’re not a kid anymore!

Kid, you’re not a kid anymore!»

Physic Nazism

Throbbing viral meme fissures eating my insides

Cut, maim, and drink beneath an obese sweltering sun

I am a vain little white boy with nothing to offer

Except the admission that we have become a disease

So if this is what your God has to offer I spit in his face

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