The way you're talking I know my goose is cooked
but i've never really found a place where I could give it up
I'm a magnet for a savage a cushion for a pin
I am hopelessly afloat on the oceans of your sin.

The way you're talking, I know my goose is cooked
but i've never really found a place where I could give it up

I fucked you on the couch and your boyfriend didn’t mind
but when i see him in the street it feels like now he’s changed his mind
i sit and think every now and then when time allows
try and trace around the shape of when and where and why and how
sitting there in velvet gowns, nothing much to figure out
bitfter in the knuckle of a spinster that would sell me out
but here i am, regardless of the pain
this is not what i was told they call love all the same

I wish I made the music that you really like
you once told me andrew jackson jihad was really nice
i make the opposite, i guess that’s pretty right
just another microcosm of every row we have at night
and yeah we fight, but the fighting isn’t fair
more like a drag out brawl with you pulling at my hair

I’m arch-less with a barclays card debt,
our sparks wet, and i’m terrified i won’t get
to 27, with the way my healths at
a bell staff jacket that i pawned to a friend for my bar tab
if life is struggle than i’m really fucking living
if love is pain, than i feel it every minute
if this is love and not a fling that stuck around
until we took it to abstraction in the bayings of the crowd

I know that she knows I'm not what she asked for
No stamps in my passport or degrees on my dads wall, and
I know that she knows I'm not what she asked for
No stamps in my passport, No stamps in my passport

I know that she knows I'm not what she asked for
No stamps in my passport or degrees on my dads wall, and
I know that she knows I'm not what she asked for
No stamps in my passport, No stamps in my passport

*pop punk noises*
if you look you can foind me (toime)
if you look you can foind me (toime)
toime
toime after toime
toime after toime

in moy moind
in moi moind
I know
I know

i wish i made the music that you really like
blink 1 8 something with a touch of razor light
andrew jackson jihad mixed with NOFX
if i pronounce mind moind will it shiver down your neck
frankly i could give a shit, the music makes me sick
so kick rocks you boring fuck, and take your impotent
nihilistic anthems to the next guy along
tell your boyfriend sorry, I must’ve got this all wrong

toime
toime after toime, toime
toime after toime, toime

I know that she knows I'm not what she asked for