kinda bored i find it sad, i hold your things, you pull them back, the face you make looks blue to me, but still it's probably, went all alone just the way you look, i'm falling for every trick in the book, hook, line and sinker, reeling, i'm a thinker, and that's how it always goes, i'm stepping on your toes, then everybody knows it, wanted to fill that hole in your mouth, i lean over, you laughed out loud, everybody turned around but you just turned away, there's a weight on my mind, and it weighs a tonne, and the answers right on the tip of my tongue, but you just watch it fall, and that's how it always goes, i'm stepping on your toes, then everybody knows it, and that's how it always goes, i'm stepping on your toes, then everybody knows it, take it back quick, so you won't find out how schizo, i get when i find out that it's all ingrown, well, it's overplayed and it's overplanned, and i know this routine like the back of my hand
