Dirty Filthy Double Guessing
Wrong place and wrong time
Believe the worst, happens every time
If you heard I got shot, you would soon have forgot
Yet if you hear I got drunk and went on a killing spree
You would never forgive me
Believe the false because it makes your flaws feel much better
Don't blame me for another
Take the finger go point at me hold it upwards on your seat
As you sit you feel as I, false despite and inaccurate defeat
When you get that digit removed
It may give your brain a feeling of room to be soothed
I know you are full of it, you face is fake and you smell like.... grit
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