Texty: Man Man. Zebra.

they said i'm worn thin from wasting to much time
on your sidelines waving a sign that says i will work
for you but they don't know your kiss to me is a hatchet through my chest
that sends me down a flight of stairs hitting every step

and i swear to god
it's not my fault this mask i wear
it's not my fault this gloom i bare
it's not my fault this mask i wear
it's not my fault this gloom i bare
it's not my fault this mask i wear
it's not my fault this gloom i bare

and they said i'm tired from waiting around for you
the reasons i start fires is that's what lost men do
split dogs and hoof in mouth you are broken glass
don't care if i cut myself i'll crash into the crash

you stung me bad, what can i do?
but leave the stinger in so i won't forget you
you stung me bad, what can i do?
but leave the stinger in so i won't forget you

ahhhhh they said i'm wrong
ahhhhh i know i'm wrong
ahhhhh they said i'm wrong
ahhhhh i was born wrong