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 me, 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
Run
Look, oh, look around
You’re lost but never found, no
Six 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
Run
Look, oh, look around
You’re lost but never found, no
Six feet below the ground
Where you avoid your problems
Look, oh, look around
You’re lost but never found, no
Six feet below the ground
Where you will never solve them
The last contendent
Bad for us, bad for you
This capillary root
Could root up all the little
Puzzle pieces of what you’ve been through
You hair all up in knots
Don’t ever say you’re not
Oh, just a nothing
'Cause I swear downstairs you’re something
That’s egotistic, cynical
I’m getting out of control
Out of control
Out of control
Look, oh, look around
You’re lost but never found, no
Six feet below the ground
Where you avoid your problems
Look, oh, look around
You’re lost but never found, no
Six feet below the ground
Where you will never solve them
Look, oh, look around
You’re lost but never found, no
Six feet below the ground
Where you avoid your problems
Out of control
I’ve got control
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