Rolling on his back like an ocelot Crawling on his stomach you make the lids stick together Nothing really bugs me out Nothing really bugs me
Tightening the slack on the millimeter tape Trudging through your stomach I make the walls split forever Nothing really bugs me out Nothing really bugs me
Anymore, I've had enough Now we're on the same page
Circling the gap like you don't know what you hold Drying out my knuckles you tucked it between the folds Nothing really bugs me out Nothing really bugs me
Recycling the cans at the center by the boxcars We've been carving little symbols in the bark Nothing really bugs me out Nothing really bugs me Out
So let it go There's nothing I could tell you That you don't already know
