The air is stiff on me, it slows me down
Like bricks against the little man
We move like we’re underwater
The way you are really fucks me up
You’ve got a finger in my brain
It moves like it’s underwater
In blood like your initials
So everyone knows it’s you
And you’re pressing down on the part
In charge of whether I mind
That you’re pressing down on the part
In charge of whether I mind
You are
Who you
You what
Why you what
You are
Are you
Who why
What are you?
Are you what?
The trouble with you is you’re paranoid
And everyone says so
We talk about it after work
When we all hang out
The trouble with you is you’r e made of snot
And you want the world to think you’re not
But I’m onto you
And what’s the point of being solid
If everyone can move right through?
Got a boot stuck in your abdomen
It ain’t fair, it ain’t fair
Got a piece of your head stuck in my hair
It ain’t fair, it ain’t fair
And I’m crapped out on the couch, half sleeping
Half wiping your feet up off my feet
Wondering if I’ll stick you back together
Wondering if I’ll flick you across the room
‘Cuz you were in my position
You’d roll me up into a little ball
And balanced on your finger,
Sure off one side to fall
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