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...