[Intro Instrumental] I'm literally a deadbeat, Don't waste the time to lookout for me. Wouldn't workout for the scene, But what the fuck does that even mean anyway? The grass always seems too green to see, sit, or bleed on. But it was honestly between you and what I wanted me to finally be. Was it a choice? Losing my voice? Step-dad on steroids. But look at you, who wanted to choose the best noise. Not the soft boys. Or the wet groins. That wouldn't be the best choice. Moist loins with a little coin always tend to join in at the last moment they can. I'd rather be spent, than be a bent pogo stick that knows only one trick about it. I don't know man, never really had a plan for the rest of this. Probably won't fix it.
