My nails ain't manicured
My voice ain't the best
you've heard
And you can choose
to hate my words
but do I give a fuck
Socks are old
and shoes are broke
Lungs are tired
they're filled with smoke
Wallet's empty
I'm going broke
but I'm still breathing
Well I'm not much
to look at
and I ain't much to hear
but if you think
I love you
you've got the wrong idea
Well I'm not much
to look at
and I ain't much to hear
but if you think
I love you
you've got the wrong idea
Yellow teeth fit
the sleeping bags
Not too good at school
but I ain't bad
and I'd rather be
fucked than sad
and that's a start
Lying's fine if you
get what you need
You're confusing
love with greed
and I won't I won't
say please
at least not yet
Well I'm not much
to look at
and I ain't much to hear
but if you think
I love you
you've got the wrong idea
Well I'm not much
to look at
and I ain't much to hear
but if you think
I love you
you've got the wrong idea
And you're clinging
to conflict
And you're clinging
to conflict
And you're clinging
to conflict
Just let go
just let go
And you're clinging
to conflict
And you're clinging
to conflict
And you're clinging
to conflict
Just let go
just let go