Consult the pamphlet
You've got card tricks that need some work
I'm getting carpal tunnel from the flicked wrists and
Babysit visits our Friday nights become
And Lord knows
I don't mind driving you home
But what happens when the pot's depleted
And you're not needed by anyone but me
Nothing
Nothing's up your sleeve
And frankly, I'm disappointed
But still, believe that
Nothing,
Nothing hurts me more
More than you
I talked with Kaitlyn, she said "Give it some time
I'd let the dust settle before you meddle in other's petty crimes."
I'm praying for a message, praying for a sign
Oh, what a gift it is to be dying with the Divine
But what happens when the pot's depleted
And you're so needed by everyone but me
Nothing
Nothing's up your sleeve
And frankly
I'm disappointed
But still, believe that
Nothing, nothing lets me down
More than you