Put Down

Don't wanna fight with me Anymore You're covered in Brooklyn and you're "Sorry that you're not sorry" Weighed down by what's picked up Glass and steel, bad luck Your future's the past You're never gonna last And no one wants to see the crummy pictures you take Baby... Put down your circuitry Put down your reasoning Put down Every little thing that takes from you... And me... You wear the skin of a friend I Used to have What have you done with him? You say you're "Sorry that you're not sorry." If I'm gonna be alone I wanna be by myself Stop it, stop it You spark and you spit And no one wants to hear your smug robotic cockfights Baby... Put down your circuitry Put down your devout beliefs Put down Every little thing that takes from you Put down your weaponry Put down your St. Paulie Put down Every little thing that takes from you Every little thing's that's trapped in you Every little thing that's getting skewed... Put down Put down Put down Every little thing that takes from you... And me...