Lyrics
Sure enough,
When the getting's going rough,
You use the lines you should have left out.
Showing me,
The art of spilling coffee,
When I'm not the type to keep on fishing.
I sure could fit inside the circuits of your mind,
There are monkeys' trampolines,
Circus girls with vaseline,
You’re the next best thing to porno in this town,
But all that shit is your mind,
When you're getting off online,
And you just don't know how to act when I'm around.
Jealousy,
Complicated by the weed,
and so ambivalent ambitions.
Desperately,
In your mind you’re on your knees,
Saying stupid shit to stand out.
I sure could fit inside the circuits of your mind,
There are monkeys' trampolines,
Circus girls with vaseline,
You’re the closest thing to Bono in this town,
With those numbers your mind,
All your silicone designs,
you still don’t know how to act when I’m around.
I like to run around while playing private eye,
Write down the things you do and why,
The art of deception blurring the truth whos following whom.
There are monkeys' trampolines,
Circus girls with vaseline,
You’re the next best thing to Porno in this town,
But all that shit is your mind,
When you're getting off online,
And you just don’t know how to act when I'm around.
Half your friends threw up,
When you watched two girls one cup,
You're the closest thing to Bono in this town.
With all those numbers your mind,
All your silicone designs,
you still don’t know how to act when I'm around.
You still don't know how to act,
You still don't know, don't know, don't know,
You still don't know how to act when I'm around.