I imagine you awake
To crave another grave mistake
You concrete-kissing knuckle-buster
Busy writing songs about her
It's an ode to the girl in the back of the room
But I know she's on the front of your mind
As a hand graces skin
And it will come again
But I know that you would never mind
When did insincerity
Ever cure low self-esteem
You sycophantic fabricator
Busy writing songs about her
It's an ode to the girl in the back of the room
But I know she's on the front of your mind
As a hand graces skin
And it will come again
But I know that you would never mind