cop a feel for all your sins   don't get too excited suck down ritalin   fake an interest seven inch   penny for your soul and it's not worth it      runnin' from myself   i don't even know why      cutting out your paper friends   paper doesn't last it burns it burns it burns   camoflauge is on the rise   you're not fashion conscious you're acid washed   you're acid washed      runnin' from myself   i don't even know why      carbonated blonde couture   drunken hands will kill your pimp and make you   whore de jour   you're worth more dead than alive   i'm not gonna die here i'm not gonna die here   i'm not      runnin' from myself   i don't even know why   sometimes i just get by   i don't even know why   sometimes i just get by   i don't even know why