And since I'm missing two teeth
I need to learn to chew more slowly
Entertaining the taste in my mouth
I gotta spit it out
It taste sour
I gotta spit it out
Seems bitter
Just like the same old trends
Bright eyes and pale skin
But you can't count on me again
I am detachable from you
I think it really depends on my mood
Thinking of all words we've used
Could've had a better attitude
You need attention to breath
And it's suffocating me
Maybe i'm just jealous but
I don't need you as a head rest
And You can take your moms advice
And find a man who can pay the price
It's not what made me a man
It made who I am
Who I am