Your favorite band is full of shit
You're the nouveau riche running as socialist
Restless 'cause you moved around as a kid
Got an arrow tattooed on your ribs
Quit your bookstore job, tellin' me, "Cash is tight"
Doin' your grocery shoppin' at the 3-6-5
Micro dosin' Psilocybin every night
Pierced your lower lip just to feel alive
I think that you could wreck my life
If you tried, come on try
I'll let you wreck my life
Ooh
Walked into the bar wearin' a Marlboro hat
Tryin' to appeal to the greater mass
I hate that I want you but I can't
Take home an eco-tourist drinkin' draft
Readin' Murakami on the weekend
Tellin' everybody that I'll let you
Wreck my life
If you tried, come on try
I'd let you wreck my life
I would die, swear that I
Will let you wreck my life (ooh)
If you tried, come on try
I'll let you wreck my life
Ooh
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