Sever my consciousness, I won't be coming back for you
You're just a laugh track, honey, ballast, as the broken moon
Maximalisted, i'll get ill when you want me to, i'm just a flat track bully
Pulling punches in my room. there's nothing that I wouldn't do to get even with you
Forget your wax lips, black lists tell what you're not to do
We're in the last ditch, sick of carrying the motions through
Come back in august (There) won't be nothing left here for you
I'm just the one-trick pony, your macaroni in my glue