Falling on the floor and your wallet's nowhere to be found
All the tacks in your wall are falling out
How do you always have something sticking out of your mouth
Know that it's always good enough
Know that it's always good enough
Know that it's always good enough
Know that it's always good enough
Why don't we ever have anything to talk about
How don't we ever have anything to talk about
(What the f*ck)
And you know that it's all over
And you know that it's all over
And you know that it's all over
And you know that it's all over