Try not to think out loud
What I'm thinkin bout
I'm looking at the sky
While laying on the ground
Try not to think out loud
Try not to think out loud
But I made up my mind
I'm walking down the corridor
And waiting in line
Tell me whatchu gonna do when I'm thru with you
Cause everything you do is just is
Just seven little words for a shitty excuse
And if I'm a little kid
Then you're a little man
What's a seven letter word for I'm doing what I can and I mean it baby
what's a seven dollar word for I mean it boy
Fine time to be on your mind
Good friends are hard to find
I could see but now I'm blind
And good luck is hard to find
Don't wanna grow up old
Don't wanna die alone
Fuck doing what you're told
Try not to think out loud
Fine time to be on your mind
Good friends are hard to find
I could see but now I'm blind
A good fuck is hard to find
