My Terrible Personality

Yeah you gotta look at me cuz I'm staring equally

Gotta loose focus, blur everything else

And when we have a baby obsessed with death and grief

I can't believe you haven't killed me yet

It's gotta hurt to see somebody dumb like me

You think you want her more but she wants me

What do you want to hear?

Whata are we doing here?

Where did our magic disappear so fast?

It's not that bad

No it's not that bad

Make fire with my eyes, potatoes turn to fries

Ain't got no reason to tell lies

And on our wedding day I want to hear you say

Everything is going to be okay for now

No it's not like that

No it's not that bad

Talking to myself, the bottles on the shell

I cant' tell what's happening

Then it slides off of me

My thoughts are clear

I feel wightless coming down from the clouds