And You Taste Like Something's Wrong

I only worry about my song

While the world don't get its rest

Neglecting fuck-ups from Sharon

I just want music in my head

We're in a selfish chain of moods

Don't look at what I leave behind

Hamas are after all the Jews

While we have summer on our minds

Everyone feeling iffy

Funny times, I told you so

You want the vibe, of feeling pretty

That changes moods, I told you so

Everyone feeling iffy

Funny times, I told you so

You want the vibe, of feeling pretty

That changes moods, I told you so

You only worry about your work

And what she's saying in her sleep

She's mumbling names you've never heard

And dirty secrets you can't keep

We're in a selfish chain chain chain

For every feeling we build walls

All broken rudders

Last years I haven't felt at all

Everyone feeling iffy

Funny times, I told you so

You want the vibe, of feeling pretty

That changes moods, I told you so

Everyone feeling iffy

Funny times, I told you so

You want the vibe, of feeling pretty

I told you so

You know you taste like something's wrong?