Where'd you go, huh? They all think I know you,
It's so hard to motivate, Me to devote a,
Single inch of me to, Something I can't see I,
Don't mean to pry but why, Would you even make the eyes?
I don't believe my ears and I'm scared of my own head,
I will deny you for years then I'll make you raise me from the dead,
And if I said that I would live for you, for nothing in return,
Well I'm sorry Mr. Gullible, but lying's all I've learned,
So be concerned.
So be concerned.
No music,
And I could talk about anything,