No one seems to understand

why junk just sort of finds this band

it's high time we realize

let it come as no surprise

nothing ever goes our way

I'm losing hope today 



God he must've been disappointed

never seen him so disjointed

It cost me 80 dollars 



We really aren't that fucking dense

I swear to God we've got some sense

it ain't exactly shining through

Ean's face is turning blue

I wish this thing would work

you're gonna lose that smirk