Toxic
It seems like yesterday a project that someone wouldn't complete
See the gift that's useless, sitting down and numbering the seats
Tired to condescend, a paper rose that never did the trick
Turn around to find a skinny dog that likes to overeat
(Likes to overeat)
You're so toxic to my health
You're so toxic to yourself and me
You intoxicate yourself
Never knew you needed help from me
I've seen a color fade from black to gray, whatever's in between
Take away the imports, steal a light whenever it turns green
Took a few to notice the tree sap that was spread across your face
Wash it off again oh godliness is next to being clean
(Next to being clean)
You're so toxic to my health
You're so toxic to yourself and me
You intoxicate yourself
Never knew you needed help from me
(Ahs) I don't know
No I don't
I don't know
I don't know
No I don't
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
No I don't
Do you like that tree? I'll cut it down and put it in your room
Allergies were bothered, pollen spores from flowers I presume
Want a pocket knife, oh gasoline was poured into the air
She will cry a lot, oh ending a transmission to resume
Ending to resume, but it won't
See the gift that's useless, sitting down and numbering the seats
Tired to condescend, a paper rose that never did the trick
Turn around to find a skinny dog that likes to overeat
(Likes to overeat)
You're so toxic to my health
You're so toxic to yourself and me
You intoxicate yourself
Never knew you needed help from me
I've seen a color fade from black to gray, whatever's in between
Take away the imports, steal a light whenever it turns green
Took a few to notice the tree sap that was spread across your face
Wash it off again oh godliness is next to being clean
(Next to being clean)
You're so toxic to my health
You're so toxic to yourself and me
You intoxicate yourself
Never knew you needed help from me
(Ahs) I don't know
No I don't
I don't know
I don't know
No I don't
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
No I don't
Do you like that tree? I'll cut it down and put it in your room
Allergies were bothered, pollen spores from flowers I presume
Want a pocket knife, oh gasoline was poured into the air
She will cry a lot, oh ending a transmission to resume
Ending to resume, but it won't
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Writer(s): Isaac Anderson
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