You're not a friend
Not any longer
You like to play along
Don't ya?
Don't ya?
Don't ya?
Don't ya?
Don't ya?
Don't ya?
Don't ya?
Don't ya?
Don't ya?
I feel it all
I wish I didn't
It's someones fault
Im probably trippin'
Tripping, itching for a attention
Hundred miles, a healthy distance
New prescription, mind my business
I can't be around you bitches
You're not a friend
Not any longer
You like to play along
Don't, ya?
Don't, ya?
Don't ya?
Don't ya?
Don't ya?
Don't ya? (Don't ya?)
Don't ya?
Don't ya?
Don't ya?
Don't ya?
Don't ya?
Don't ya?
Don't ya?
Don't ya?
Don't ya?
Don't ya?
(Do-do-do)
Don't ya?
Don't ya?
Don't ya?
Don't ya?
Don't ya?
Don't ya?
Don't ya?
(Do-do-do)
Hold on I feel something
(Not a fr-)