Im just that kid who doesnt count in that town that barely exists
people always have told me to mind my own bussiness
well i cant seem to let that slip through the cracks of my thick skull
"Our gossip lips studdered every word i said..."
payback is priceless, but for some reason the registers overflowing
revenge is a mind candy, and i never seem to overcome my aching sweet tooth.
My mind is often set on concepts that are never going to be true. It's a mythical paradise,
and i'm one hell of a myth-buster. sincerely your friendly neighborhood devil's advocate.
my words seem so fucking hollow
step in and the deepest you'll go is up to your ankles.
secrets are exstinct... they dont exist anymore. sorry to
say that i know a few awkward spines that would actually mind if i dropped a name or two.
"stay gold, just promis me you'll stay gold"
im very apologetic, but "my insides are copper"
and i really would "kill to make them gold"
but for now, im spitting out pennies
and my resolution to start spitting out bronze is in imperfect upkeep
i dont know if i'll hit that quite yet though...