Lyrics

I get it, you don't like the music I'm playing
You hate the clothes that I'm wearing
And you despise the way I'm not listening to a single word you say
You don't like the way I do my hair
Well I don't like the way that you stare
You're making me slightly uncomfortable do you want me to die or do you want to come into my bed
I wish you just stopped complaining
You'd drive the best psychiatrists insane
How about we establish a treuce you shut the fuck up and I'll shut my mouth too
There's not a genie in a single bottle
Stop drinking you'll only get into trouble
With your tounge you're a motormouth driving under the infuence

No - you're nothing special yourself
You've become what you fear
Just like everyone else
So bite your tounge
Before someone bites you back
You're as tactful as a heart attack
But you can't murder me with words

So it's a war that you want
A war between our words
You better gather an army that matches my vocabulary
Do you have any clue how bored I've been
Watching over the same old scene
Time for you to drop the act I'm so tired of fighting a drama queen
Do you maybe think that I've gone blind
And on deaf ears fall all your lies
I can see through you like a sheet of cellophane stop playing your little games
To tell me your unpredictable
And to tell me you're an individual
Is just like selling lies like nothing rhymes with gullible