no more picking leaves off our winter trees it never worked before it sure as hell won't anymore and you a**ociated mildly back then but now you're guilty by action today you're a hotshot but tomorrow you'll be a cautionary tale we come correct, we keep it clean and thanks for everything you took your sweet precious time to let the ball drop and where are you now i'll keep on pointing my finger 'til it's down your throat and you're choking on it your pure luck reeks of manipulation you're a cautionary tale we all know just how big you think you are but you're only a cautionary tale and you let me down in the worst way does this all mean as much to you now