We've Got Your Back (Documented Minor Emotional Breakdown #2) - Remastered
On the dashboard assembled
In descending height order
Half a decade of Father's Day
Gifts her mother bought for her, never passed on
Puffy eyes, nasty reaction
Doe eyes, you're kidding yourself
I learned remedial Spanish from a toddler
Passenger seat of father's taxi
Cussing in unison
Clutching receipts and deceased handwriting
Filled with a sense of great disappointment
Doe eyes, you're kidding yourself
And so fucking on
And so fucking forth
We've got your back, whatever that's worth
If your hero told you to go huff a sharpie, what would you do?
(I do not know)
Every girl I ever kissed I was thinking of a pro footballer
Thought you should know
I've learned more from toilet walls
(I'm sweating off the cheat notes on my thighs)
That I've learned from these words of yours
(They were for your benefit not mine)
Your feelings are buried in scriptures and fictions
(I'm sweating off the cheat notes on my thighs)
It's all in the words, but I'm here for the pictures
(They were for your benefit not mine)
I've learned more from toilet walls
(I'm sweating off the cheat notes on my thighs)
Than I've learned from these words of yours
(I'm sweating off the cheat notes on my thighs)
Your feelings are buried in scriptures and fictions
(I'm sweating off the cheat notes on my thighs)
It's all in the words, but I'm here for the pictures
(They were for your benefit not mine)
And so fucking on, and so fucking forth
We've got your back, whatever that's worth
If we didn't know the shape was for functionality
What would we do? (I do not know)
If it wasn't for the corrupt U.S. pharmacy, what would we do?
Sometimes only you'll know
We're cementing old friends, dismissing old foes
We're throwing punches and ducking blows
So, la-la, la-la, la-la
La-la, la-la, la-la
La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la
La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la
La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la
La-la, la-la, la-la
La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la
La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la
La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la
La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la
La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la
La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la
La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la
In descending height order
Half a decade of Father's Day
Gifts her mother bought for her, never passed on
Puffy eyes, nasty reaction
Doe eyes, you're kidding yourself
I learned remedial Spanish from a toddler
Passenger seat of father's taxi
Cussing in unison
Clutching receipts and deceased handwriting
Filled with a sense of great disappointment
Doe eyes, you're kidding yourself
And so fucking on
And so fucking forth
We've got your back, whatever that's worth
If your hero told you to go huff a sharpie, what would you do?
(I do not know)
Every girl I ever kissed I was thinking of a pro footballer
Thought you should know
I've learned more from toilet walls
(I'm sweating off the cheat notes on my thighs)
That I've learned from these words of yours
(They were for your benefit not mine)
Your feelings are buried in scriptures and fictions
(I'm sweating off the cheat notes on my thighs)
It's all in the words, but I'm here for the pictures
(They were for your benefit not mine)
I've learned more from toilet walls
(I'm sweating off the cheat notes on my thighs)
Than I've learned from these words of yours
(I'm sweating off the cheat notes on my thighs)
Your feelings are buried in scriptures and fictions
(I'm sweating off the cheat notes on my thighs)
It's all in the words, but I'm here for the pictures
(They were for your benefit not mine)
And so fucking on, and so fucking forth
We've got your back, whatever that's worth
If we didn't know the shape was for functionality
What would we do? (I do not know)
If it wasn't for the corrupt U.S. pharmacy, what would we do?
Sometimes only you'll know
We're cementing old friends, dismissing old foes
We're throwing punches and ducking blows
So, la-la, la-la, la-la
La-la, la-la, la-la
La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la
La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la
La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la
La-la, la-la, la-la
La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la
La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la
La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la
La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la
La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la
La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la
La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la
Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Edward Bromley
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