On to something Can't you tell by my Finger tapping
Smoke in the gallery Tomato soup
At the press prostitutes
Been buying so many shoes In a moment
They'll show on my doorstep
And I keep it pristine I've cracked the code Baby's gonna explode
Not giving up at all
You left and it took its toll But
Not giving up at all Ripped out my eyeballs But
Not giving up at all
Not even a tune can catch your Attention anymore
So I
Delete all my socials Delete all my socials But
Tape it to a billboard
Make sure I make me heard
Phallus and spiel Is what it takes
To sign a publishing deal
So I submit something queer A morning shit
Now call me a poet
Not giving up at all
You left and it took its toll But
Not giving up at all Ripped out my eyeballs But
Not giving up at all
Not even a tune can catch your Attention anymore
So I
Delete all my socials Delete all my socials But
Tape it to a billboard
Make sure I make me heard