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I think you've become a photograph
And even though you wrote the epitaph
You're probably gonna vandalize my grave
So why don't you just throw rocks at my grave

Well, I guess I'll see you in two years
All these false truths and irrational fears
Well, I guess I'll see you in two years
If I'm the sinner, you must be Jesus Christ

Maybe someday I'll be a big rock star
And I'll be sittin' on my couch smokin' big fat cigars
But you, you'll still be playin' other guys
'Cause you think that you're Jesus Christ
No one wants a broken window
So instead throw rocks at my grave

Well, I guess I'll see you in two years
All these false truths and irrational fears
Well, I guess I'll see you in two years

If I'm the sinner, you must be Jesus Christ
Play the victim one more time
If I'm the sinner, you must be Jesus Christ
Play the victim one more time

My heart's in pieces
My skin is leather
You tore me apart but I was brought back together
I tried
I tried
I tried
I tried

But at the end of the day
I make songs
You make TikToks