(Instrumental Intro) You're laugh was always too strangely contagious. Left me suplexed on the floor, like an ancient worm, then anxious. Don't send me your address. Bet it kept up with the self-trim pick that meant everything, you wanted to stick into the bloom of something new. (Instrumental) We always wanted more Forget the shore, you fucking chore of a choom that let you let loose of the noose that hung me to completion.. Yup, that was honestly true dude. Lock me in to keep me insane Think it's about time for a break. Or at least, a change in the pace that keeps me from going bat-shit in pain. Then you laid out my protein that made me yeet those regions that made me feel free to please those easy weenies to please my wanting. Fuck the last thought you thought was enough Butt stuff was too stuck-up, in the bowl you wish you sold for the gold that meant we were too old. Getting too old for this shit I wish that meant to say to I'm sorry for them.. it's a part of the trend I wished I thought of back when I was happy.. Just another freaky friend. It hurts to say that I wished I missed it. That I miss them. (Outro)
