What's Your Question

What’s your question? Do you really have one? How much longer are you gonna complain? Cause it’s insane To keep saying The uncouth Which is removed From your tooth You’re too busy with smoking weed Instead of firmly planting a seed Now you got problems Created without knowing how to solve them High and drunk makes you sound foolish Your actions juvenile and childish Like a baby with a wet diaper Always griping Not knowing how to wipe it Cause your blinded by the smell Of something less than purell And you can’t even tell That you’ve created your own hell Your clenching fists of dissent With thoughts of resent But only the kids around you can squeal like pigs Before you start to vent About how movies bore ya Music’s an excuse to ignore her Art’s not as interesting As being arrested Your truck’s missing payments and parts When it runs it sounds like it farts There’s lots of accidents inside and out Which can be measured by screams and shouts You wasted time for her and you She even thought to call you boo Unfortunately for you She wised up and gave you the boot. But I can’t wait forever hoping she’d wise up I’m not made of feathers Or have the heart of a phoenix so I could rise up It’s not my job or place To let what happened be my disgrace You couldn’t even say goodbye Or look me in the eyes Instead you stayed disguised Under your lies and your make up.