Croatoan
Like that old truck, you passed my expectations out on that highway
Drowning out the screams
You're in and out of lanes, your seat belt is broken and your speeding with that bottle between your knees
You pick my brain until I'm nothing left but weak in the knees
You wear it proud like a medal
On the corner it's happily and ever after but the misery comes subtle
Only what we see might be scarred
Maybe you'll just say this ain't what you were needing
And you write me off
For real, For good, For sure, For certain
For real, For good, For sure, For certain
I saw you walking in the opposite direction but I had no love left to tell you the truth
Because the truth is the short scripture you're wearing have those idiots staring
And I'm not about to show them what I can do
Only what works best
I have to confess that the way I hate myself is so grotesque
Maybe this ain't what you were needing then you'll write me off
For real, For good, For sure, For certain
For real, For good, For sure, For certain
In try so hard to make sense, but everything I do offends. I know you know I know you,re boasting at me
Profoundly, smiling, as if I'm some fucking joke to your amusement
For real, For sure, For certain
Am I a joke to you? Am I a joke for your amusement
Am I a Joke to you
Drowning out the screams
You're in and out of lanes, your seat belt is broken and your speeding with that bottle between your knees
You pick my brain until I'm nothing left but weak in the knees
You wear it proud like a medal
On the corner it's happily and ever after but the misery comes subtle
Only what we see might be scarred
Maybe you'll just say this ain't what you were needing
And you write me off
For real, For good, For sure, For certain
For real, For good, For sure, For certain
I saw you walking in the opposite direction but I had no love left to tell you the truth
Because the truth is the short scripture you're wearing have those idiots staring
And I'm not about to show them what I can do
Only what works best
I have to confess that the way I hate myself is so grotesque
Maybe this ain't what you were needing then you'll write me off
For real, For good, For sure, For certain
For real, For good, For sure, For certain
In try so hard to make sense, but everything I do offends. I know you know I know you,re boasting at me
Profoundly, smiling, as if I'm some fucking joke to your amusement
For real, For sure, For certain
Am I a joke to you? Am I a joke for your amusement
Am I a Joke to you
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Writer(s): Joseph Wilson
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