Don't get me wrong, I'm happy.
But the grass can always be greener.
I'm biting and casting simutaneously
And somehow I call you the sinner.
You're good but I'm much better.
Who can make who the wetter.
And i'll put the future in a grinder
And a machine gun to the past
And chains around our hearts
To insure that this will last
Because if it really comes down to it
I'll use force, a gun, a knife
Because one we both are over it
I hope I changed your fucking life.
