Lyrics

Nothing comes to mind nothing left to say My focus always changes anyway Braid dead, sick of it, trying to make sense of it Throwing shit around but nothing seems to want to stick Put my fingers down my throat and vomit it out My toes fell out from a case of the gout Dumb dumb writers block Call it what cha what cha want Two birds no words falling from the very top Into the abyss nothing left to give Charlie Kauffman ain't got nothing on this But it doesn't really matter cause we got time In a world where attention spans are fried My heads deep fried so serve it up Supersize my soul, just add ketchup And stick it in a bottle this SOS Holy shit looks like we wrote a song I guess Why does this have to be so difficult Oh My God! Why do we have to be so cynical Oh My God! Penny for your thoughts wrap it up I gauze Bleeding from a wound you're so distraught So fuck you, out of my way Turns out I got stuff to say even if it sounds insane What does it mean? Tell me what to do What screws loose? What meaning do I choose? Dizzy life, playing tough, King Louis had enough All fished out so fuck it up or fuck it off Kicked off the horse but I got it's tail My eyes fell out just to read the braille Boozy little battle for the forests and the trees I'm pulling it together for the best of me Mickey and Minnie on ecstasy That's what I call real fucking chemistry We doing it for Brazil, Slow kid, idiot Say what you gonna say, we don't really give a shit Why does this have to be so difficult Oh My God! Why do we have to be so cynical Oh My God!