Way we think,
Way we act,
Kinda fair is it not?
Are you live?
Here with me?
Kinda fair is it not?
What am I?
Stringed up like a puppet star,
Trying to avoid those painful scars,
As they still cut tongues that don't agree, what?
I'll punch the wall,
Make a hole,
Fill it up with ruses,
Don't run around behind my back, make it all for everyone right?
I explained it once, not in detail,
More abstract and more absurd,
Running through fields misguided,
Can I have the leftovers that your dog won't finish up soon?
As if I'm a dog,
Look alive and paint the grass,
Steal a ride and break the glass,
True lies where love dies,
Love ties when the lie dies,
Way we think,
Way we act,
Kinda fair is it not?
Are you live?
Here with me?
Kinda fair is it not?
Sky dreams with a ground plan,
Give a cook time to win your hungry heart,
Its night but the sun's there,
No blue around the eyelids,
Five-time champion of nothing,
No words make sense,
Nor does this actually have a point,
But f*ck it I'm having a good time,
The tune live in my head I'm a good mess,
And I slipped and called her the wrong name,
Now its daggers on the next date,
With miss may I in the other room,
And mr. where's my steak in the next one,
I thought it over,
Wondered how,
We can get to giant rats to fall under the same trap,
Way we think,
(Is it weird?)
Way we act,
(Am I ashamed?)
Kinda fair is it not?
Are you live?
(Are you?)
Here with me?
(Are you really?)
Kinda fair is it not?...
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