Can't sing one of my songs again But that's okay, I'll sing in my head
No, it's talking to me like I'm still Saying they get me, I ain't fooled
I'll choose what I want to do What does it take?
I hate to complain, but you're fucking full of it.
Oh, I should be ashamed, but I just had to say it to your face
But I'll get over it, over it, over it
Yes, I'll get over it, and you should too.
So please get over it, over it And I will too, and we'll be done with it
It's all we think we'll do I hope we'll do
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ta-ta-da
Locking eggshells on my feeder The cookie cutter flavor bullshit I'm through
Got what's left of my soul, I think And no one's gonna take it no more
There's more than doing what you're told I wanna answer yes or no But you don't think I don't know well I know well enough
So what will it take?
Cause I still complain Maybe cause I'm full of it
And you should be ashamed Because you will say it to my face
But I'll get over it, over it, over it
Yes I'll get over it, and you should too
So please get over it, over it And I will too, and we'll be done with it
So I think we'll do But I'll get over it
Over it, over it Yes, I'll get over it
And you should too.
So please get over it.
Over and I will too.
And we'll be done with it.
So I think we'll do, I hope we'll do
I hope we'll do
I hope we'll do
I hope will do.
