Gundabad

I just might be pitiful But, won't live unoriginal I will die with syllables Pencilled in this thin three punch hole paper Save it for later, read it back again, three months old But when the best runs cold and I do what I'm told That's when I know that I've grown too old Used to tell myself that I would never be there When I close my eyes my thoughts keep telling me lies Go expose myself for the sake of repair Gundabad on my mind behind enemy lines Give you nothing back, stay away from gundabad When you're low, broke, chain smoke Feel like you can't come from under that It burns just like a cigarette, but it's far less intimate Those who use their innocence as a privilege, the thrill of it But you can find a better dope to fill in your pocket Get an outlet and cock it, make a craft and yeah, people will knock it Used to tell myself that I would never be there When I close my eyes my thoughts keep telling me lies Go expose myself for the sake of repair Gundabad on my mind behind enemy lines Give you nothing back, stay away from gundabad When you're low, broke, chain smoke Feel like you can't come from under that Eyes have got me down But I'll just stick around Sober in the morning Cuts from falling down Too high when you wanna put your feet down Too high when you wanna put your feet down Too high when you wanna put your feet down Drop, drop, drop, you can hear it from the seats now Too high when you wanna put your feet down Too high when you wanna put your feet down Too high when you wanna put your feet down Drop, drop, drop, you can hear it from the seats now Too high when you wanna put your feet down Too high when you wanna put your feet down Too high when you wanna put your feet down Drop, drop, drop, you can hear it from the seats now Drop, drop, drop, drop (let's go!)