Letra de Dropshipped Cat Shirt
Skinny jeans on the bench press You burn the candle at both ends If anyone asks, why? Then they're not worth your timeWhy am I so out of breath? Club sandwich pressed in north end Grittled shank on rye A gunshot at half timeAdoration of the mystic land That idea of me, who was that man? A wooly picket line Intestinal red wineNow it's hard not to suspect Your lying tell is bated breath I inhale for suspense You triggered my mammalian sighing reflexUh, oh yeah UhSo I take everything as a lesson Something I trained out of myself With mindless self-indulging confidence Indulge me in whatever quick release I could musterSocial media, carbohydrates and cannabis The world was my oyster And I was the knife by which they'd shuck But now he's dead, he's gone I fucking start a new I'm a developmental beast, wrong version of myself16 bathrooms, 16 bedrooms, 16 fridges 64-bit computers, 15 of them Oh, how nice it must be To feel so boredI just need to find someone to tell me I'm just tired