I like lying to myself that I like everyone I meet
It's a funny little cycle, do it while I fall asleep
If I do it everyday and if I do it every week
Then I just might become a better man you wanted out of me

I got cellophane wrapped around the lining of my throat
If you ever hear me breathing then that breathing is a joke
Please be nice to me and I will do exactly what I'm told
Simple, I get to be dumb, you get to exercise control
Exercise control
Exercise control

Can you please just check again?
I'd become fucking destitute before I'd be your man
There are wires overhead and there are wires in your hand
You pull the plug on me, I switch you up again (It's your problem)

It's your problem
It's your problem
It's your problem
It's your problem
I just make this shit so you can lose your—

I got lucky, I do it all the time
I do it 'cause I like it and I like it 'cause its mine
Everyday I take a minute of your time
And I keep them in a box, I organise them all by size
Yeah I want it, I want it quite a lot
I'm in it 'cause I can be, you can't tell me that I'm not
Are you stupid?
The paint is what's inside
I pull out all my blood vessels and lay them out like vines

Wrapped around the lining of my throat
If you ever hear me breathing then that breathing is a joke
Please be nice to me and I will do exactly what I'm told
Simple, I get to be dumb, you get to exercise

It's your problem
It's your problem
It's your problem
It's your problem
It's your problem
It's your problem
It's your problem
It's your problem
It's your problem

Bruises on my neck, just a doll of flesh
You'll find my smoking body hung in wires overhead
At your bark and collar, just forget I'm someone's daughter
I can't ever fuck it up if I don't ever even bother
I love to take it slow (Roll the Katamari)
Yeah I got it in my clutch, I got the (tracker on me)
I'm on the internet, I buffer use your adblock on me
I'm on the internet I get to choose just what I wanna—

I got a DSi at a limited rate
It’s a hell of a drug and it’s a hell of a rage
Got a CRT and only seven morе days 'til I drop cold dead from the clot in my brain
I’m made of dеad meat and I got no taste
And I won’t let up 'til I get my way
Got sharp wide eyes and I bounce in place
Got a big sharp knife, it’s my own X-ray

Bruises on my neck, just a doll of flesh
You'll find my smoking body hung in wires overhead
At your bark and collar, just forget I'm someone's daughter
I can't ever fuck it up if I don't ever even bother
I love to take it slow (Roll the Katamari)
Yeah I got it in my clutch, I got the (tracker on me)
I'm on the internet, I buffer use your adblock on me
I'm on the internet I get to choose just what I wanna—

Hey let's go, you’re on a roll
Go on, lose your self control
Got no place I’d rather go
'Cause I lost my mind in late September
Dial numbers watch your tone
Clockwork wind up all alone
The more you stop, the more I go
Do your best, I’ll do one better
You say will when I say won't
You say do, but I say don’t
I’m running out of ways to cope
So I bite the hand that feeds me, lose my mind

AAAAAAAA
What the fuck is wrong with you
You fucking asshole, you piece of shit
Little fucking dick licker
Fucking asshole
Fucking I—
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
You little fucker