Pickpocket

Gotta find a way to explain Without sounding cliche That I'm the one that I hate That I'm the one I wish the sun would cause to disintegrate Think I'm a little too late to be playing this game Without knowing the rules Oh I'm gonna lose I think I'm gonna lose my last dollar To an orange tip revolver To a pickpocket Unconcerned with my wallet And I'll quit talking And ignore all the karma That I still don't get Wanna die like a lawyer Leave my kids something I spend Way too much time Thinking Bout' all the ways I'm Sleeping I'm wasting my life Dreaming dreams I can't remember It's all bullshit You got motives for sending your well wishes Bet you'll use me up Forget me like I'm chapstick Hope my lip splits and I hemorrhage Like an oil spill Hope it feels good to be right Hope it feels good Hope it feels good to be right I hope it feels good Hope it feels good to be right Hope it feels good Hope it feels good to be right I hope it feels good Hope it feels good Bet I'm buried in my sleep In an unmarked grave Bet I'm dying alone With a smile on my face It's the end of the world And I couldn't care less Probably do what I'm told By the idiots I bet that I'll deserve Everything that I get Bet I'll try to pick a fight With my dying breathe Hope it feels good to be right Hope it feels good to be right Hope it feels good to be right Hope it feels good It's all bullshit You got motive for sending your well wishes Bet you'll use me up Forget me like I'm chapstick Hope my lip splits and I hemorrhage Like an oil spill Hope it feels good to be right Hope it feels good Hope it feels good to be right I hope it feels good Hope it feels good to be right Hope it feels good Hope it feels good to be right I hope it feels good Hope it feels good