Copafeelia

cop a feel for all your sins
don't get too excited suck down ritalin
fake an interest
seven inch penny for your soul
and it's not worth it
runnin' from myself
i don't even know why
cutting out your paper friends
paper doesn't last
it burns it burns it burns
camouflage is on the rise
you're not fashion conscious
you're acid washed you're acid wasshd
runnin' from myself
i don't even know why
carbonated blonde
couture drunken hands will kill your pimp
and make you whore de jour
you're worth more dead than alive
i don't want to die here
i don't even know why
sometimes i just get by