British

Can't accept being fucked in the head Go and drink more water instead Don't you question what you built your life on Go and take some I could say too much I could psych you out What a rush It could set you off Leave the lights on, become another life form Wake up in the kitchen and I wonder where the night go Check the mirror, what'd I even wait for Done with all my growing and I'm still a fucking eyesore I could say too much I could psych you out What a rush It could set you off You had a bad dream, now you sleep with a knife And it's in bad taste to try to give you advice So get this, there's no return from just how low that you've gone It's real no take-backs, now you have to live with what you've done I could say too much I could psych you out What a rush It could set you off What the knife for, think you're goin' psycho Wake up in the kitchen and I wonder where my life go Leave the lights on, tell me when you get home Done with all your growing and you're still a fucking asshole