Take a picture of me I'm dying for more I really can't believe this We just all want to be on tv A minute of this face time Tearing down your door Driven by one hundred forms of fear
I've been trying To deny this all For too long
To keep my mouth shut And it's got me nowhere To expose you I cannot blame you I will not please you I do not need you To do the things That get you off
When you tell me The things I have to When you call me I don't want to Out here with a backpack Traveling back tracked When I don't need to It never made sense to me But it always made sense to you
And I will still be here In front of you In spite of you
So smile As you look in the mirror Give me my receipt now though Fuck this industry Excuse me to death Can we say fuck it? You can have metal Back! You can have it back!
I'll say it again I said I'm in it to win it Don't hold Can't you tell that I'm already in the mix?
