Stuck in a funky town
Past times, I can't relate
Have a kid, get a house
Who wants to live that way
Talk Shit, spit it out
Ill feelings rot your brain
Toxic lippy mouth
It all tastes the same
I'd rather jump in at the deep end
Than drown in your shallow hell
And if you're not sure what I am needing
Come find me in my wishing well
Are you having doubts?
Looks like I'll get the blame
I heard you get around but was it all in vain.