Face

When we were young

We’d all have fun

Out in the sun

It was our favorite time

Summertime

But now we fight

We’ve had a rout

Have things gone south

Why don’t you shut your mouth

Quiet time

I don’t wanna see your face no more

So get away from me

I don’t wanna see your face no more

So get away from me

I might be evil

Or I might be sad

Might be real

Or made of wax

Let’s make a candle

We can smash

Have a party

Throw a fucking bash

Let’s have ourselves a meltdown

When we were young

We’d all go out

We’d all have fun

Inside our costume house

Summertime

Now we fight

We spic-er-spat

I’m done with that

Why don’t you shut your mouth

Quiet time

I don’t want to hear your voice no more

I find it annoying

I don’t want to hear your thoughts no more

They’re not bright

I might be evil

Or I might be sad

Might be real

Or made of wax

Let’s make a candle

We can smash

Have a party

Throw a fucking bash

Let’s have ourselves a meltdown