Lumburgphuctur

I got a big black book with your name at the top I'm gon' go right down that list, yeah I just ain't gonna stop Until I cross every letter, every line, every dot Off of every single page I got a bone to pick and it's pointed at you I'ma poke a hole for every promise never came true I found a soft patch of dirt darlin' Now I'm almost through Now I've seen it all, and I couldn't change a single thing about this, I tried And through it all, you still retained a sense of self-composure, practical poise And grace I'm the big bad wolf, come to blow down your house But instead I think I'd rather come and throw down your blouse You and me could make a mess out of your stepfather's couch Then I'll just waltz out the front door, clutching your heart I put it all on black in Reno, it's a hell of a start I paid my dues, sang some blues, at least I can say I played my part Now I've seen it all, and I couldn't change a single thing about this, I tried And through it all, you still retained a sense of self-composure, practical poise And grace You sure made sure that every single speck of what once was is no more And now you're pure, but I shed my skin and found an anchor Tethered to your cold shore A little brother wanna talk a lot about a gecko Calling out for sandwiches that got no mayo A little brother wanna talk a lot about a gecko I said a little brother wanna talk a lot about a gecko Calling out for sandwiches that got no mayo A little brother wanna talk a lot about a gecko How am I not myself? How am I not myself? How am I not myself? How am I not myself? How am I not myself? How am I not myself? How am I not myself? How am I not myself? How am I not myself? How am I not myself? How am I not myself? How am I not myself?