TAKE TWO PLACEBOS AND CALL ME LAME

Can’t you see my soul worn on the second sleeve
It’s going up for sale as soon as it gets saved
Interrogation blues, once again I lose

You don’t get to magnify my insecurities
You don’t get to site and save my unhip-ocracies
Not for sale

Take two placebos then you can call me lame
Walk some in my shoes then tell me to fuck off
My oversized hat won’t fit your humongous head

I’ll trade a hundred days for one inside of you

Take me to a cave, where I can’t be seen
Solace makes the heart, pump adrenaline
I’m sick of being used, time and again betrayed

Give a man a key, he cannot not open the door
Give him something free and he’ll sell it to the poor
C’est la vie

Take two placebos then you can call me lame
Walk some in my shoes then tell me that I’m fucked
My humongous hat won’t fit your gigantic head