CAPO on 2nd
What's a matter
with going places?
Take that gross look off your faces
Empty loving makes me seasick
What you're here for, I don't need it
I'll say nothing on your microphone
Till you swear to take me home
There's a one foot boy eleven stone
He's sitting on my shoulder
I'm too scared to look away,
He comes here almost everyday
And everyday I push him off and tell him boy we're over
MY OH MY
I think my mind is gone
I'm left here wondering
Was I crazy all along?
What do I do?
Nothing left but pray
Gonna shoot somebody
Help me drive this craziness away
I'm happy on my own
etc... :)