Walk over that guy
Who looks you in the eye
He only wants a shot
Think it's deja vu
But you aren.t sure
If you even believe in that
He softly takes your hand
Your mouth is full of beer
And you want to spit it out
You gotta breath in deep
He doesn.t realize
What kind of past you.ve had

Because I know if you had a knife
You.d pick out his eyes
And scream "no, I.m not fine"
And honey I know it.s weird
To be afraid of what god made
But you.ve never met an adam