Samurai Banana - Bandaids lyrics

My bandaid's not sticking, I'm licking the wound, mixing a glue Two paces from grabbing the knife back and I'll finish the dude Do list to, problematic, attic, basement, monsoon Flood, Duncecap stuck on you Trying to think if spitting makes me a hero Recall the definition, missing, it's just me though (DUNCE!) Say it like you love me, I don't love me, used to loath me Told me many times with rhymes, i'm human and I'm lonely So pick a scab or tear it off, the awful sound, the Grimace, at least I meant it in a way that cools my brow It's how the kiddy pool, sand bar, or shallow end Ends endings at their entrance and the arrow in So I don't forget to get a gift for my guests I'll give you a ticket to the gun show, but it's - Aimed at my head, aimed at my head The bandaid won't work today so I'm going to lay in my bed Lay in my bed, lay in my bed I can't fall asleep so i believe in my dread Believe in my dread No pain, kiss the wound while it's weeping Love is that placebo, such a hero for a cheap thing Teething head, what an apathetic caring friend Try to callus every end, file down, use the Ped Feel that sh**? I think that's emotion And if you clog up it's pores it won't feel so important Open up, I mean, close it up I know it's worth while, cause I wrote it and I chose the stuff Clip my nails, let the metal bite em, ash tray Phoenix food, dumpster diver, a** play And midst all that i shed some new red I guess its tickets to the gun show, but it's aimed at my head