Tacky Landlord

Don’t sweep it under the rug Try and fill yourself back up You were lonely last year So alone Unless you’re a tacky landlord Then paint it over 5 times more Tape it up, you little bitch boy I’ll admit I’m no saint I fucked up and I’m stupidly made All kinds of mistakes Could of gone about my day Instead of peeling my scabs away But now it’s too late Too late And I was hiding up in my dream Sad that no one could see me Constantly blaming everyone on the outside And I ignored my obvious pain It caught up to me anyway And probably hurt me more in the long run I could of gone about my day Instead of peeling my scabs away But now, now it’s too late Too late Too late