Oh, What a Disappointment
Even a child's love needs to be proven?
As he turns off the gas, and runs away from the truth
He seals up the doors with the masking tape
And he closes all the windows and makes sure they stay
With his head in the oven, he feels his feet near the floor
Makes a crease on his chest, he puts his knee on the door
"Is the propane within?," he's really not sure
Still there's tears in his eyes and the stars on the shore
And I say these things I will never do for you
Even though I want to, I want to, I want to
Even though I want to, I want to, I want to
Everything means nothing, you're screwed
A little light that shines indoors
Heaven has been long enough to find
And Heaven has been long enough to find
There's six friars outside my front door
She's in her underwear, she lays his feet on the floor
On the face is a smile, now fallen half off
She turned her head back around, she started to cough
She said, "I think I'm going to puke"
And I said, "I'm sorry I'm sorry, is there something I can do?"
She said, "I'm the one who's sorry, I think I peed on your floor"
I said, "That's okay," and then she puked some more
And I say these things I'll never do for you
Though I screw up from time to time
Even though I screw up from time to time
Why can't you understand I protest?
The little light that shines in doors
There's a little whiskey on my finger
I toured the place where the body was found
There were beer cans and candy bar wrappers laying all over the ground
Don't light that cigarette in here, go face the door
I said I don't care, I want to be someone
And I say these things I'll never do for you
Though I screw up from time to time
Even though I screw up from time to time
Why can't you understand I protest?
Why can't you understand I protest?
There's a little whiskey on my finger
As he turns off the gas, and runs away from the truth
He seals up the doors with the masking tape
And he closes all the windows and makes sure they stay
With his head in the oven, he feels his feet near the floor
Makes a crease on his chest, he puts his knee on the door
"Is the propane within?," he's really not sure
Still there's tears in his eyes and the stars on the shore
And I say these things I will never do for you
Even though I want to, I want to, I want to
Even though I want to, I want to, I want to
Everything means nothing, you're screwed
A little light that shines indoors
Heaven has been long enough to find
And Heaven has been long enough to find
There's six friars outside my front door
She's in her underwear, she lays his feet on the floor
On the face is a smile, now fallen half off
She turned her head back around, she started to cough
She said, "I think I'm going to puke"
And I said, "I'm sorry I'm sorry, is there something I can do?"
She said, "I'm the one who's sorry, I think I peed on your floor"
I said, "That's okay," and then she puked some more
And I say these things I'll never do for you
Though I screw up from time to time
Even though I screw up from time to time
Why can't you understand I protest?
The little light that shines in doors
There's a little whiskey on my finger
I toured the place where the body was found
There were beer cans and candy bar wrappers laying all over the ground
Don't light that cigarette in here, go face the door
I said I don't care, I want to be someone
And I say these things I'll never do for you
Though I screw up from time to time
Even though I screw up from time to time
Why can't you understand I protest?
Why can't you understand I protest?
There's a little whiskey on my finger
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Writer(s): Wagner
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