The End Of The End Of The Ugly

You're not telling what you feel

You're just say you can't deal

You're just lying like a peel

You're just saying it ain't real

Mum told you

And I'll tell you

You better pick it up

You left your room

I'm not telling you what or feel

I'm just saying I can't deal

You're just lying like a peel

I'm just saying you ain't real

Your mum told you

And I'll tell you

You better straighten up

It's such mess inside

You're so hot

You're bad

You're tangled

Television pants shock gello price phone bill fax paper

Cranberry juice dirty sock cd's tapes highschool yearbook

Comb and all those let ups

Your mum told you

And I'll tell you

If I make you cry

I'll poke your eye

I'll tear you limb for limb

Lying in your room

What we said is true

And as such were through