I got these feelin's, they sound so ugly
I'm on my reasons, they're such and plenty
A hint of treason, roams your tone
A land of reason, I'll never know
I get these feelings, I think they're pretty
I get these feelings, she thinks I'm pretty
She thinks I'm pretty, she thinks I'm pretty
She thinks I'm pretty, she thinks I'm pretty
Fuck
Fuck
Fuck
Fuck
Fuck
Fuck
Fuck
Fuck
You just wanna distract me
You just wanna distract me
You just wanna distract me
You just wanna distract me
You just wanna distract me
You just wanna distract me
You just wanna distract me
You just wanna distract me
I think of healin'
I think of her
I'm in my feelin's
I think of her
I'm in my ceilin'
I think of her
I joined the heathens
My veins are cursed
I'm out of babble
I need some church
My voice is rattled
These pointless words
I think she's had it
What I deserve
I'm out my alley
I out my worst
Fuck
Fuck
Fuck
Fuck
Fuck
Fuck
Fuck
Fuck
You just wanna distract me
You just wanna distract me
You just wanna distract me
You just wanna distract me
You just wanna distract me
You just wanna distract me
You just wanna distract me
You just wanna distract me
You just wanna distract me