Worn-Tin
Something’s Coming
Tainted like you know someone's coming
Nights where you put your head in the oven
Waiting for the day that I'd bust in
I know, cause I grew in the garden
Faces on the cars that I drive by
Puking in the back of the Five Guys
Hoping for the day that you realize
You know that something's coming
Now I know you get the feeling
Think about me while you’re reading
Stay up late just to sleep in
Here I’ll make you breakfast
Baby why you leaving?
Drive to work in your traffic
You pass my house in a panic
While your looking for your Chapstick
I can tell you right now
I can hardly manage
How
I find a place to hide
The ropes beside my bed they keep me tied
Now it’s time to separate design
The lights inside my head they'll keep me blind
Oh, you kicked yourself into action
Got yourself a place by the fashion
I just use my shirt as a napkin
Well, tell your friends I’ve got something
Now I see your face through the daisies
Better pucker up cause I'm angry
Every single day I feel ugly
And all the things that make me who I am
And I know its not the season
Pray to god I stop breathing
Hold your hand like its bleeding
Please call me up
"Hey, I can be your weekend"
The parks pretty on a good day
Bring a picnic and a ashtray
For the ashes of a prepaid
Get yourself a rebate
And watch me as
I find quiet a place to hide
The ropes beside my bed they’ll keep me tied
Now’s the time to separate design
The lights inside my head they'll keep me blind
I don’t mind
I don’t mind
You’re right
It's a waste of time
Something’s coming
And I don’t mind
I’ll feel OK