You're disturbed

An exposed nerve

And I'm a creep to be attracted

You've been hurt

Now you're crushing cans

And I'm a creep to watch it happen

You've been running around L.A. with trash

Sleeping in bars with a gun in your bag

Asking, "Can I be somebody else?"

You've been riding around on handlebars

Buying drugs from guys in cars

Asking, "Can I be somebody else?"

I think I wanna save you

I think I wanna join in

I think I wanna save you

Two people from the bottom of the bin

Bin, bin

Think you watched

Way too much

HBO growing up

Now you got

One arm cut

And when you eat, you throw up

You've been running around L.A. with trash

Sleeping in bars with a gun in your bag

Asking, "Can I be somebody else?"

I think I wanna save you

I think I wanna join in

I think I wanna save you

Two people from the bottom of the bin

Bin, bin

You can let it rock

And we're getting robbed

Then we're getting off

And you're opening your mouth like the way you talk

On the internet, always on the internet

Laughing with your hair down when I asked you what a "simp" meant

You know it's your playground

My home is your playground

You know it's your playground

But then when you go out

I think I wanna save you

I think I wanna join in

I think I wanna save you

Two people from the bottom of the bin

Bin, bin