Baby Teeth

Got a friend out in Los Angeles
Smoke breaks out in the car
I used to think that I could live there and be the next big fucking star
But when I smoke, I don't get paranoid
I go Full Metal Jacket
When I die, I know I won't freak out until I'm in the casket

I want my baby teeth back
Stare in the mirror, do my best Late Night Show wisecrack
I wanna know what it's like
Pull out my front one on my own time

Can I tell you a secret?
Don't know what the hell I'm thinking
All of my tight-lipped opinions happened while I was asleep
And when you ask me to defuse the bomb
I'll tell you I deployed it
It's so hard to keep a family
I guess I'll just destroy it

I want my baby teeth back
Stare in the mirror, do my best Late Night Show wisecrack
I wanna know what it's like
Pull out my front one on my own time

And come to find I'm the one cog in the machine that won't grind
But if the machine is fine
Can't help but take it as some kind of sign

I want my baby teeth back
I want my baby teeth back
(C'mon)

I want my baby teeth back
Stare in the mirror, do my best Late Night Show wisecrack
I wanna know what it's like
Pull out my front one on my own time

When I die, I know I won't freak out
When I die, I know I won't freak out
When I die, I know I won't freak out
When I die, I know I won't freak out
When I die, I know I won't freak out
When I die, I won't freak out