I am so sorry
Please understand
We could be the perfect story
But I just cant take your hand
Because you're dancing with the dead Blast it
I dont wanna hear all that sh**
and thats it
No more dinner with ratchets
fact is
Everybody needs their a** kicked
I do you too so have at it
Gas it
Who crashes the fastest
smack in the back of my adolescence
Smash it
Late but pa**ed the cla**es
goin on dates with the a** with gla**es
I dreamt of playin ma**ives
jumpin off stage and the hotel mattress
Now I cant afford the gas just
to get me out to wherever the cash is