. . . . . (yawn)   Make me miss amerika    rip it when we're 6 yeah   lock her in her room now    tell me it's my birthday-    i don't care.   rub her face in glass Dad   try to kick some ass Dad   tell me who's insane man   throw up exrery other day-   i don't care.   cross my legs and hold it in   say you wish you had no ears   funny how she don't exist    mommy chained her up instead-   i don't care   fill me with yr lies boy,    don't matter wasn't real    she don't wanna be my friend   but i can't stand her anyways   i can't go home again    but i'm still a good tax break   cut us off at the hearts   scabs grow thicker by the years-   i don't care.   splitting hairs and doing time    slap me till i feel fine   who commits the real crime?   will you ever be mine?