Je Ne Sais Pas

Je ne sais pas, I want to fuck
I want to sick your duck
Tips of her fingers draw circles on singers
With any luck, she's on the bus
You flay yourself out in the cold
You lay yourself on burning coals
Say you're saving your eternal soul
But you're just getting old
Jen, I'm appalled that you never called
I was passionate, bald and enthralled
All of these fuck-ups, sixth floor walk-ups
Who just cannot get their cock up tryna hook up with y'all
You flay yourself out in the cold
You lay yourself on burning coals
Say you're saving your eternal soul
But you're just getting old
All of this wanderlust, saw a girl on the bus
Thought you were generous, baby, this changes us
You're saving your eternal soul
But you're just getting old

You're just no good anymore since you went away and didn't darken any door
Now you got your hair like Anna Wintour except poor, or
Willing to shut up, tryna get fucked up
Blunt is all lipped up, packing this shit up
Tryna get fucked up, tryna play flip cup
Just hit this shit raw
You flay yourself out in the cold
You lay yourself on burning coals
Say you're saving your eternal soul
But you're just getting old
All of this wanderlust, saw a girl on the bus
Thought you were generous, baby, this changes us
You're saving your eternal soul
But you're just getting old