Telecaster B Boy

I watch as I power through this day and age
An outlier bows into the shrine in vain
The all-knowing wise speaks to get an ace
She flew up high without a care in place

They throw out a line to clean the inner self
He'll run the track whine, they'll feel no guilt
They cast on a curse to free their brain and melt
He takes the force right upon himself

As long as it's fond and their taste's been fed
Praising life at once solely for this trend

Telecaster B-boy, his love a fake decoy
He licks the justice off his own IV
Don't act like you ain't destroyed
G-girl those careless ploys
You stand upon the circus over the-

The crying, the bodies
Clapping both the hands you
Point to scoff, then turn around and bid adieu
Telecaster B-boy
Don't want a fake decoy
I need a nobody who'd throw that out for love, uh

You type out your bias on me, it's all nitpicks
And paying no mind to be so sadistic (sadistic)
They pin on the thorns, make her maleficent
In bloom, the rose made a perfect fit

He drowns out the crowd that throws a burdened fit
They blow up the sound regardless to admit
They're stabbing a knife and quote without a wit
"Bet it's no strife, no, it's just the tip"

Tell 'em it's not in their place to judge
Thinking it's a fair game, they don't budge

Telecaster B-boy, invalid counterpoint
Such bogus underneath your wall, I need
More luck with an Android, avoiding tears in void
Redact her temper tantrum and deny

The crying, the bodies
Breaking down the pain
I'll color correct the bruise, ignore the stain
Telecaster B-boy, don't want a fake decoy
I need a nobody who'd hold me tight for love

A closed up world we're in, feelin' claustrophobic
You act as though I got a foe in me
I've chosen who I've been
Don't have to condone it
But I'll fight off the voices that oppose

Telecaster B-boy, his love a fake decoy
He licks the justice off his own IV
Don't act like you ain't destroyed
G-girl those careless ploys
You stand upon the circus over the

The crying, the bodies
Clapping both the hands, you
Point to scoff, then turn around and bid adieu
Telecaster B-boy, don't want a fake decoy
I need a nobody who'd throw that out for love
Na-da-na-da-nab