I can’t stab you to deathI can’t stab you to deathAnd this makes me sadCause you’re not in my bedYou’re someone I can’t reachAnd the things that I did areImpossible to stitchWe are sweet sour and lameWe are sweet sour and lameI’m a target to blameShooting my airplaneAnd your infamous fameMade me puke when you cameI say shalalala when I have no brainsI say you should be louder when it comes to nonsenseJust don’t wanna be in love againJust don’t wanna be in love againI remember the day I viset your graveIn my mind it was youAnd no head and no clueToday I can’t have much funToday I can’t have much funFelt in love with a gunNamed her ugly girlCause she will never fleeHelp me die when I needI say shalalala when I have no brainsI say you should be louder when it comes to nonsense