Ziggy

I see your style But my mind's made up I might as well Console myself With the only thing that I know That I can touch But not mess up Rejoice in It didn't call I bet you know That it was never said I see your style When will I feel pain? In cursing ways I masturbate It's so much worse That it didn't touch Me that much Now it's fucked I don't like it either way But I'll sit down tight anyway I don't like it either way But I'll sit down tight anyway Every world Did not talk Close in hand But hands closed off