Why you check everything I do? What could I expect from you? Haven't really said what was into you I'll keep counting up your clues I hated you for so long I wouldn't know how To love you now I'll be piss poor You'll be told Sorry for your excuses They often get old I was left for the dust Into the ground that we become Or what has once existed Couldn't ever love a son If I was left out for dust Or what has once existed Or what has once existed The world owes me everything Her body's not a cell I am not something to play around Her body's in her jail cell It's just to bring her down The world owes me everything I am not to play around I'll be piss poor and get old Get that I was something I'll be piss poor and get old But we have more in common I have always taken cover Now I could never know how You keep counting on existence But I could take it from you now