Talk candy in my ear
Come on
Come on
I want your toxic, talk sick baby
I know those gospel lips can change me
Look to the right of my okay?
We got exhibit “a”
She
She ain’t okay today
And to the left
The left of me
We got exhibit “b”
Oh she’s a mess
To say the least
She’s got her daddy’s
Money money money
Honey I think you should run
I think you should run
Look oh look around, you’re lost
But never found, no
6 Feet below the ground
Where you avoid your problems
Look right in front of me
We got exhibit “c”
Anorexic, obsessed with magazines
And when I look over here
Oh my god that’s me in the mirror
No no no ladies and gentlemen
This is my fear
My eyes and ears
Honey I think you should run
I think you should run
Look oh look around, you’re lost
But never found, no
6 Feet below the ground
Where you avoid your problems
Look oh look around, you’re lost
But never found, no
6 Feet below the ground
Where you will never solve them
(I know you don’t wanna’ hear this but just listen)
The last contendant
Bad for us
Bad for you
This capillary root
Could root up
All the little
Puzzle peices
Of what you’ve been through
Your hair all up in knots
Don’t ever say you’re not
Oh just a nothin’
Cause I swear downstairs you’re somethin’
Egotistic, cynical
I’m gettin’
Out of control
Out of control
Out of control
Look oh look around, you’re lost
But never found, no
6 Feet below the ground
Where you avoid your problems
Look oh look around, you’re lost
But never found, no
6 Feet below the ground
Where you will never solve them
Out of control
I’ve got control
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