Wanna say it
But you dont know
Your favorite band
Is getting old
Wanna say it
Wanna say it
You know its true
Its coming back from me to you
♪
Curse up
Cell phone
Doghouse
Wheres your bone
You dont know how to be alone
Just how to fill up your empty house
With all these blank rods and late stones
New hair
Fall toned
Swagged out
Still alone
Never found a way to make or break the need
And get a part time job
While yr friends left town to make homes
I dont mind
Anytime
I dont hurt
When you break the curse