Through the Juno bush, you see her lips are miming Gwen Stefani

The horizon takes a trip along her body

Staring at the posters on your wall

As they talk about my chances

Boy, you're so tragic

Your floor was damaged from months ago

Where you dropped a hot comb dancing to neo-soul

The trees are gold on your iPhone background

Which is funny 'cause you cut down

Like eight last spring for the view now

How's it look, baby?

How's it feel?

Is it too much for you?

Big fucking deal

Me, me, me

That's all we know

Me, me, me

That's all we know

You might think you do

But I bet you don't

You might think you do

But I bet you don't

I heard you joined the peace corps

Planting ferns and feeding the poor

You're not so bad anymore

Me, me, me

That's all we know

Me, me, me

That's all we know

You might think you do

But I bet you don't

You might think you do

But I bet you don't