RUBBER
The painting makes the pain look pretty
An underwater New York City
I think it's pretty obvious
I won't get what I want from this
But I'll try anything
I'm such a pity
Case
Let it burn, let it burn, let it burn
Let it burn, let it burn, let it burn
What's your excuse for getting older?
I still have dreams (Dreams)
I'm chewing on your shoulder
Crying at the concert
Wouldn't kiss me like your boyfriend (Girlfriend)
You're so much more than just a pretty (Girlfriend)
Face (Face it)
You're a pretty waste of all the space in my head
My friends think I'm better off
I'm better off dead
Dead, dead
Dead, dead, dead
No novocaine, no nicotine
No novocaine, no nicotine
No novocaine, no nicotine
No novocaine, no nicotine
No, not for me
Let it burn, let it burn, let it burn
Let it burn, let it burn, let it burn
I don't got no money problems
I'm the problem
Probably
I'm sorry
Climb up in the trees
Where nobody can see us
I feel like I'm Jesus
Christ (Hallelujah)
Moving carefully (So you don't touch me)
On your balcony (Am I ugly?)
We can make believe
I won't make you leave
If that gives you peace of mind
Sleeping with your glass of wine
No novocaine, no nicotine
No novocaine, no nicotine
No novocaine, no nicotine
No novocaine, no nicotine
No, not for me
An underwater New York City
I think it's pretty obvious
I won't get what I want from this
But I'll try anything
I'm such a pity
Case
Let it burn, let it burn, let it burn
Let it burn, let it burn, let it burn
What's your excuse for getting older?
I still have dreams (Dreams)
I'm chewing on your shoulder
Crying at the concert
Wouldn't kiss me like your boyfriend (Girlfriend)
You're so much more than just a pretty (Girlfriend)
Face (Face it)
You're a pretty waste of all the space in my head
My friends think I'm better off
I'm better off dead
Dead, dead
Dead, dead, dead
No novocaine, no nicotine
No novocaine, no nicotine
No novocaine, no nicotine
No novocaine, no nicotine
No, not for me
Let it burn, let it burn, let it burn
Let it burn, let it burn, let it burn
I don't got no money problems
I'm the problem
Probably
I'm sorry
Climb up in the trees
Where nobody can see us
I feel like I'm Jesus
Christ (Hallelujah)
Moving carefully (So you don't touch me)
On your balcony (Am I ugly?)
We can make believe
I won't make you leave
If that gives you peace of mind
Sleeping with your glass of wine
No novocaine, no nicotine
No novocaine, no nicotine
No novocaine, no nicotine
No novocaine, no nicotine
No, not for me
Credits
Writer(s): Reed Windsor
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