| Woah! |
| Oh, oh! |
| The deal’s gone rotten |
| laid bare |
| Real rock bottom, not that they care |
| I’m freaking out and I think it’s best if I leave |
| She said; things, if only they flew |
| Said; you better bring the cops if they do! |
| I’m sneaking out and I think its best to not breathe |
| Stepping in fell no wonder I’m through |
| You lettin' in hell from under my shoes |
| I’m blue |
| Right up to my fleece |
| You could’ve been fine |
| Late July |
| You coulda sucked it up You coulda made your mind |
| You coulda ugh! |
| But you needed to believe |
| Baby, when did ya get so fine? |
| (When did you look so fine?) |
| And if you miss me, I’m the jerk at the end of the line |
| Said we won’t waste time if we both stay blind |
| I break hearts so they don’t break mine |
| But I feel it now, when I think about you |
| My heads not screwed right |
| It’s kept on too tight |
| It rests like the rest |
| No, I’m best in the moonlight |
| It got real |
| How did I ever let you? |
| An ounce of freedom |
| Her dad is free though |
| You pleadin' with the even ones |
| Beaten at casino’s |
| Always working fine |
| And I’m sicker now too |
| Sleeves up, knees cut, lift the luck now, cheap bursts, deep lust, |
| lick the box out |
| Jerks on the line, and I’m picking out you |
| Baby, when did ya get so fine? |
| (When did you look so fine?) |
| And if you miss me, I’m the jerk at the end of the line |
| Baby, when did ya get so fine? |
| And if you miss me, I’m the jerk at the end of the line |
| She said; Things have changed and I’m a lady |
| Well, I know people that drive Mercedes |
| Ugh, Ooooh |
| (Baby when did you get so fine) |