I'm not in the mood for stories
About the weight of a girl
Though I try
To recapture the rapture
But the snapshot is not who you are
Did you lie?
Was it me?
Was it I?
Did I make it up believing I've got to shake it up for fear that it would up and try
To cast me in the role of what is wasted on the face of a boy
Every cry
That's my name
Oh my god, I wanna rate it, I wanna rate it, I wanna rate it
Every time
Wicked beat
Wicked lie
We could treat each other under the wicked sign
I want a piece of you
I want a reason to
I want a laser light
'til I can speak your mind
And there's another English lesson
I guess it's a game
So I lay low
If you say so
Bounce down in the daylight
May I stayed right
My eye on the prize
Or go blind
I have grieved
I've be lying
By the grievance even sentences unwind
I want a piece of you
I want a reason to
I want a laser light
'til I can speak your mind
'til I can speak your mind
Wicked beat
Wicked lie