Leave

I feel you crawling up my back Whatever happens it's you I will suspect A room temperature IQ Self-righteous smile all night through I'm sorry that my mind's a mess But I will hurt your sorry ass I can't breathe You can't leave Completely calm like a con man When you come in the shit hits the fan Give me two minutes, at the most It doesn't matter that you are the host No stopping now, a blown fuse For painfulness I have no use I can't breathe You can't leave