Let's go, forget about me
There's something under my skin
I know that I've told you at least four times that I'm so tired of this
That I'm so
Sleeping on the rooftops with "FREEDOM" down your sleeve
You're in the closet whispering
Oh, I know that this won't end well
I'm typing, "Eight-year-old finds a human skull"
Just please, come on, don't make me ask her
When all I wanted was a picture