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Admit

1999

if i were sent to the top of the world
i would go alone, i don't want you
i don't need you, i don't look at you

      you're small, you're sick, you're a dick
      and now you look at my mother, piss off
      my family doesn't like you
      cuz we don't want to be in you

she smiled at me again, i want to shit on her head
scrape my scalp off with your knife
ha, laugh,laugh, i'm bald

      you're small, you're sick, you're a dick
      and now you look at my mother, piss off
      my family doesn't like you
      cuz we don't want to be in you
      (look where your sins got me)

spin my head around
peas come out of my mouth
as i yell "fuck me jesus, fuck me jesus, this is my house"

      you're small, you're sick, you're a dick
      and now you look at my mother, piss off
      my family doesn't like you
      cuz we don't want to be in you
      (you're such a carpet eater, you're such a butt- pirate)

stop pretending to be me, that's something you can never be
so just ask your mother to take you back inside of her
we don't want you anymore

      you're small, you're sick, you're a dick
      and now you look at my mother, piss off
      my family doesn't like you
      cuz we don't want to be in you

© lexi campbell