camouflage
We are smoke
Living on your parent's property
It's a joke
So we don't take it seriously
Fight's not worth the drama, sounds like something that you said
Only bad example's left
All the good ones dead
And to think I was having a mental breakdown
The same time you were painting your walls
Found my love, born to obey her
On the way, I think of kissing you every day
Sour but I think I like it
Fruit from the profane communion
Who knew I would even try it?
Now I wear camouflage to blend in
I wear camouflage to blend in
I wear camouflage to blend in
(I don't know where I am)
I don't know where I am
(How did I get here?)
I probably look like a psycho, ohh
They're probably calling the cops on me right now in a universe parallel
And you can tell I was having a nervous breakdown
The same time you were making that call
Found my love, born to obey her
On the way, I think of kissing you every day
Sour but I think I like it
Fruit from the profane communion
Who knew I would even try it?
Now I wear camouflage to blend in
I wear camouflage to blend in
I wear camouflage to blend in
I gotta make a commitment
And it's stressing me out
One I'm gonna have to live with, 'til I'm under the ground
And I will save it for my deathbed, like I'm reading a vow
Or a police report, feels like a poem somehow
It's all the the time I talk about vacation, like it's all we got in common
Just let me take you on vacation
Just like I promised
I mean, obviously I'm distant
I'm a thousand miles away
Obviously it's tense
There's nothing else to say
I am so loosely connected
In a couple different ways
And I might not act like it
But I think I love the taste
Louder, but I think I like it
Fruit from the profane communion
Who knew I would even try it?
Now I wear camouflage to blend in
I wear camouflage to blend in
I wear camouflage to blend in
I wear camouflage to blend in
I wear camouflage to blend in
I wear camouflage to blend in
I wear camouflage to blend in
I wear camouflage to blend in
I wear camouflage to blend in
It was hard to tell
What it meant and how it felt
Living on your parent's property
It's a joke
So we don't take it seriously
Fight's not worth the drama, sounds like something that you said
Only bad example's left
All the good ones dead
And to think I was having a mental breakdown
The same time you were painting your walls
Found my love, born to obey her
On the way, I think of kissing you every day
Sour but I think I like it
Fruit from the profane communion
Who knew I would even try it?
Now I wear camouflage to blend in
I wear camouflage to blend in
I wear camouflage to blend in
(I don't know where I am)
I don't know where I am
(How did I get here?)
I probably look like a psycho, ohh
They're probably calling the cops on me right now in a universe parallel
And you can tell I was having a nervous breakdown
The same time you were making that call
Found my love, born to obey her
On the way, I think of kissing you every day
Sour but I think I like it
Fruit from the profane communion
Who knew I would even try it?
Now I wear camouflage to blend in
I wear camouflage to blend in
I wear camouflage to blend in
I gotta make a commitment
And it's stressing me out
One I'm gonna have to live with, 'til I'm under the ground
And I will save it for my deathbed, like I'm reading a vow
Or a police report, feels like a poem somehow
It's all the the time I talk about vacation, like it's all we got in common
Just let me take you on vacation
Just like I promised
I mean, obviously I'm distant
I'm a thousand miles away
Obviously it's tense
There's nothing else to say
I am so loosely connected
In a couple different ways
And I might not act like it
But I think I love the taste
Louder, but I think I like it
Fruit from the profane communion
Who knew I would even try it?
Now I wear camouflage to blend in
I wear camouflage to blend in
I wear camouflage to blend in
I wear camouflage to blend in
I wear camouflage to blend in
I wear camouflage to blend in
I wear camouflage to blend in
I wear camouflage to blend in
I wear camouflage to blend in
It was hard to tell
What it meant and how it felt
Credits
Writer(s): Mike A Sapone, Mathew Uychich, Brian Sella
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