Fall in front behind my back
And a two-tongued face of self-esteem
On the farm I seek about my way
A recluse so fond of Wi-Fi string

Not okay but I sound
OK
Not again but I sounded
Gay
Not afraid how the sun
Decay
Not afraid how the love
Betray
Other paint and a lot
To frame
Not okay and it sounds
OK

Don't even love yourself

You think you help me

You hate yourself

Fall in front behind my back
And the two-halved face decides to crack
In the harm you seek about my way
Your exclusive thoughts of fucking me

Not okay but I sound
OK
Not again but I sounded
Gay
Not afraid how the sun
Decay
Not afraid how the love
Betray
Not okay but I sound
OK
Not again but I sounded
Gay
Not afraid how the sun
Decay
Other paint and a lot
To frame
Not afraid how the sun
Decay
Not okay but I sound
OK

Fall in front behind my back