So condescending, but it's not worth offending you
Held against my will, but I got no will to give
There's nothing in the fridge
I'm rocks and Sudafed
There's nothing in the fridge
Just rocks and Sudafed
Maybe if I was bipolar too
Than maybe I could love myself
Maybe if I wasn't such a prude
Maybe I could f*ck myself
Jagged little edges on the foresight
I can't ignore it
Now, why would I ever want to,
Absorb everything
Including me and you
Please let me talk about myself
Like the ribbon in my hair is
It's like the rhythm and I miss this
I don't think you mean what you say,
Forgiveness is in my nature, its ok
So condescending, but it's not worth offending you
Held against my will, but I got no will to give
There's nothing in the fridge
I'm rocks and Sudafed
There's nothing in the fridge
Just rocks and Sudafed
Maybe if I was bipolar too
Than maybe I could love myself
Maybe if I wasn't such a prude
Maybe I could f*ck myself
Please let me talk about myself
Like the ribbon in my hair is
It's like the rhythm and I miss this
It's like the ribbon in my hair is
It's like the rhythm and I miss this
It's like the ribbon in my hair is
It's like the rhythm and I miss this
It's like the ribbon in my hair is
It's like the rhythm and I miss this