You would know
That I don't like mine, choose another home
You would know
Sometimes I don't like to have fun
Of course I call you as a joke
And my own faith is a joke
Spending time in a ton of cars
You understand it
Like I came down from Mars
Because a nasty cold came through
Then people dying
Oh god I got to get to see you
I'll be fine everlasting
See a credit card
A river and anniversaries go by
I'm creative, but honey
I've released our relationship
Because I'm in and out of good
And I've found true honesty
I gotta find my feet
I've seen you bleed
And I hold too many dreams
I'm a centipede
I work hard on my feet
I'm a centipede
I've got a hundred dreams
Nothing holds us
A box like you now I've found to be close
Now that I've opened up
My heels ceded to my toes
Now that I've opened up
It can never go back in
I'm a centipede
Working hard on my feet
I'm a centipede
I'm a centipede
I've got all of the fear
That I'm prepared to meet
I've got a hundred dreams