[Intro Instrumental] One. I'm alone. Too stoned and shit-faced on the phone, at the place we own. Two. Guess it's you who goosed me, ghosting my tooth binged loose brain Three. Destroy me Peaking at 33 isn't the worst dream. Four. Take me back to before, where we all could see. Five. Guess I'll take the time to lie about seeing my crime lying to laying about the room, you fucking choom. Six. You were thrown into the mix with the worst picked bitch to commit too. Seven. Let's just skip to Eleven. Heaven, isn't a guess that shows the rest. Holy shit, guess I got in? Let's let the trick pick what you want to stick to the best part of your tick. Just don't forget, It was you, who was the best part of the rent. [end]
