Lyrics

Somethings stuck in my throat I think I might choke Am I some sort of joke? Am I some sort of joke? I am a rock, I am a rock To skip and throw away Pick it back up when it's in your way Pick it back up when you like I really love you, psych Shaky hands from a stupid smoke A body to pull, kiss and poke Eyes that will grow puffy if watered slow I think they're kinda sad Oh shit, it's all my bad Red cheeks are looking wide Get it together with a sigh Eyes that will grow puffy if watered slow I think they're kinda sad Oh shit, it's all my bad