Talk candy in my ear
Come on, come on
I want your toxic, talk sick baby
I know those gospel lips can change me
Look to the right of my okay?
We got exhibit A
She
She ain't okay today
And to the left
The left of me
We got exhibit B
Oh she's a mess to say the least
She's got her daddy's
Money, money, money
Honey I think you should run
Run
Look, oh, look around
You're lost but never found, no
6 Feet below the ground
Where you avoid your problems
Look right in front of me
We got exhibit C
Anorexic, obsessed with magazines
And when I look over here
Oh my God, that's me in the mirror
No, no, no, ladies and gentlemen
This is my fear
My eyes and ears
Honey I think you should run
Run
Look, oh, look around
You're lost but never found, no
6 Feet below the ground
Where you avoid your problems
Look, oh, look around
You're lost but never found, no
6 Feet below the ground
Where you will never solve them
(I know you don't wanna' hear this but just listen)
The last contendant
Bad for us, bad for you
This capillary root
Could root up
All the little puzzle pieces
Of what you've been through
Your hair all up in knots
Don't ever say you're not
Oh just a nothin'
Cause I swear downstairs you're somethin'
Egotistic, cynical
I'm gettin' out of control
Out of control
Out of control
Look, oh, look around
You're lost but never found, no
6 Feet below the ground
Where you avoid your problems
Look, oh, look around
You're lost but never found, no
6 Feet below the ground
Where you will never solve them
Look, oh, look around
You're lost but never found, no
6 Feet below the ground
Where you avoid your problems
Out of control
I've got control
