These worse for wear hardwood floors
Have seen better days
But without my gla**es
I can't can't see a f**ing thing
Because I'm in the business
Of crushing spiders with skyscrapers
I'm in no position to be giving orders
I guess I'm not done with pills yet
You are the anchor
To a ship that refuses to float
Whenever we explode
Our debris will rain down together
Just f**ing absorb me
Let me inside of your head
If we can't do any better
Then f** if we can't do our best
We don't judge by appearances
Just by the experiences