Oil
Windows here are left unclean
So everybody understands what I mean
When I say I do not give a fuck
So please don't come 'round here tryna make a fuss, whoa
Matter of fact, one step back from my door
I do not want to have to fake my life no more
What if I lost all my feelings?
I think I've forgotten what the meaning is
Sometimes I think back to when I was young
Yeah, I still remember what it was you know, no
Now here I am talking to walls and such
They don't talk back because they're walls you know
Sometimes I think I'm going mad
Chasing white snakes around the laundry mat
Didn't give my blood enough time to boil
Now I think I might have to use some oil
To loosen up enough to wanna tell you it all, yeah!
Grown into a man that I am not really proud of
And I have become what I loathe back when my heart was
Not quite destroyed, I know but something just short of
Nothing brings me joy except for my love
Still I have trouble being the man I know she wants
Nothing brings me joy no more, I swear nothing does
Grown into a man that I am not really proud of
Grown into a man that I am not really proud of
Grown into a man that I am not really proud of
Grown into a man that I am not really proud of
Grown into a man that I am not really proud of
Grown into a man that I am not really proud of
Grown into a man that I am not really proud of
Grown into a man that I am not really proud of
Grown into a man that I am not really proud of
Grown into a man that I am not really proud of
Grown into a man that I am not really proud of
Grown into a man that I am not really proud of
Grown into a man that I am not really proud of
So everybody understands what I mean
When I say I do not give a fuck
So please don't come 'round here tryna make a fuss, whoa
Matter of fact, one step back from my door
I do not want to have to fake my life no more
What if I lost all my feelings?
I think I've forgotten what the meaning is
Sometimes I think back to when I was young
Yeah, I still remember what it was you know, no
Now here I am talking to walls and such
They don't talk back because they're walls you know
Sometimes I think I'm going mad
Chasing white snakes around the laundry mat
Didn't give my blood enough time to boil
Now I think I might have to use some oil
To loosen up enough to wanna tell you it all, yeah!
Grown into a man that I am not really proud of
And I have become what I loathe back when my heart was
Not quite destroyed, I know but something just short of
Nothing brings me joy except for my love
Still I have trouble being the man I know she wants
Nothing brings me joy no more, I swear nothing does
Grown into a man that I am not really proud of
Grown into a man that I am not really proud of
Grown into a man that I am not really proud of
Grown into a man that I am not really proud of
Grown into a man that I am not really proud of
Grown into a man that I am not really proud of
Grown into a man that I am not really proud of
Grown into a man that I am not really proud of
Grown into a man that I am not really proud of
Grown into a man that I am not really proud of
Grown into a man that I am not really proud of
Grown into a man that I am not really proud of
Grown into a man that I am not really proud of
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Writer(s): John Charles Vincent
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