Watergun (feat. Armors)

What the fuck?

I cut my pretty boy hair
What does that make me?
I'll probably die in LA
I miss the sound of my phone
Hate the tone of your voice
The neighbor's dog won't stop talkin' to me

Give me a New Year's kiss
Singin' in the rain
Talkin' like an atheist
In the information age

I don't wanna be the only one
Takin' shots from a plastic water gun
I don't wanna be the only one
Takin' shots from a plastic water gun

I'll get a brand new job
One with a 401K
Just give me somethin' that pays
I'll lease a Honda Accord
I hear the mileage is great
It's time I go with the grain

I doubt that I'll be missed
I've got nothin' left to gain
Talkin' like a masochist
'Cause you know I like the pain

I don't wanna be the only one
Takin' shots from a plastic water gun
I don't wanna be the only one
Takin' shots from a plastic water gun

I wanna get drunk, daddy
Drive me down to Santa Fe
I got my teeth stained, baby
From red wine and cigarettes
But I get high every morning
Listening to Sugar Ray
(He gets high every morning)
I guess you're too cool, honey
But that's just not that interesting
To me, to me

Give me a Christmas list
I don't care what it is
Takin' like an anarchist
Every time the Cubs don't win

I don't wanna be the only one
Takin' shots from a plastic water gun
I don't wanna be the only one
Takin' shots from a plastic water gun



Credits
Writer(s): Bryan James Sammis, Chris Blair, Samuel Grant Beresford, Olen Matthew Kittelsen
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