Can’t you see my soul worn on the second sleeve It’s going up for sale as soon as it gets saved Interrogation blues, once again I lose

You don’t get to magnify my insecurities You don’t get to site and save my unhip-ocracies Not for sale

Take two placebos then you can call me lame Walk some in my shoes then tell me to f*ck off My oversized hat won’t fit your humongous head

I’ll trade a hundred days for one inside of you

Take me to a cave, where I can’t be seen Solace makes the heart, pump adrenaline I’m sick of being used, time and again betrayed

Give a man a key, he cannot not open the door Give him something free and he’ll sell it to the poor C’est la vie