Pick apart another reason that you're leaving with the turn of a page Write it on off as the changing seasons Act like a heathen act like you're breathing fresh air But you really done did it for the name tag didn't you Nearly put down everybody didn't you Too true to the back end codify Try in a bind to buy happiness Lacking this type it in the wayback-no hits Print off the page now living in a daze One pattern in a notebook copy and paste Like that every second every minute every hour gone When you add it all up you always got what you want But inevitably You just Write it all off Pick a good groove then stick it in your back pocket I watch you never once moving your circles caught like a coffin -you ride it out then change around I'm so fucking lonely but I'm so fucking needy I know there's something lately keeping me here tied down and hating