Mouthbreather
Lift that chin of yours off the floor
I swear to God, I've heard it all before
You're so convinced that I've waited far too long to find out
About something that I just don't care about
Now what I say ain't scripture
Don't crop me out of the picture
Long as they lump us together
You'll get along with me
I'll get along with you
Get along with me
Cockteaser
Do that thing you do when you're bored
I swear to God, my friends call you a whore (but you know that)
I'm sick and tired of feeding your desires when I'm left high and dry
Hello, get down, goodbye
Now I only sort of meant that
I've just been dying to say that
How come it's only when you're sad
That you get along with me
I wanna get along with you
So come on, get along with me
Mouthbreather, look at you now
It's bottled up inside of you and bound to come out
And they won't see anything coming at all
You're gonna make 'em pay for thinking that you dropped the ball
And have I ever told you that before all of this
I would sulk inside a bubble, life was sorely missed
But then I popped that shit and I learned one thing's true
You gotta write your song and you gotta sing it too
So stop all of that sighing
Get busy living or dying
And try to believe
You'll get along with me
I'm just the same as you
'Cause I'm a mouthbreather too