People You Know – Dance Gavin Dance – letras

Someone please!Let’s write a script that’s made for meThat makes you people want to see meI’ve got a wish, I’ve got a wishThat all of this was something specialI need a drink, I need a pillNo way I’ll stop until you’re soberShe’s already said that I was on drugs,Let’s give some money to that bitch.Or I could just get a real fucking jobI am a prick, look at me goI could get lucky finding success, I’m a bitchImma go get some new expensive shitAll that I hurt, emotions they suckI’ll just tell people I don’t give a fuck about that shitAin’t nobody fucking with me, manAin’t nobody fucking with meListen as the sound of my voice, croaking it’s drama across an orchestra of friendly facessinging along their dying concernListen as the sound of my voice, croaking it’s drama across an orchestra of friendly facessinging along, their dying concern to my bullshitWhere did our honor go? I think I knowWe’re always fucking each other in bathrooms at partiesWhere did my money go? I spent it on blowYou know that I fucked all my homies ho’sWhere did our morals go? I left them in CaboMy parents can pay for the abortion, you knowWho has a plan? We hold out our hands, and hope for a free ride to successful endeavorsSo bring on the pliers, something to biteI am too cynical to say I don’t give a fuckBring on the pliers, something to biteI am too cynical to say I don’t give a fuckI need moneyI need clothesI need womenI need blowSomething is very fucking wrongResting your head on your best friend’s sister’s shoulderYour mother’s job is to fuck all your neighborsBodies thrusting to the beat of our shameWhere did our honor go? I think I knowWe’re always fucking each other in bathrooms at partiesWhere did my money go? I spent it on blowYou know that I fucked all my homies ho’sWhere did our morals go? I left them in CaboMy parents can pay for the abortion, you knowWho has a plan? We hold out our hands, and hope for a free ride to successful endeavorsGive my regards to all you shady fucksThorn in my fucking sideLoyaltyHonestyTrustRespectHumilitySincerityWe are all so full of fucking shitWe are all so full of fucking shitKurt: »Uneasy hearts weigh the most, oh uneasy hearts they weigh the most…Maybe i can find a place for you with all the things you do, i have no clue, watching you, lately i, have been hoping to, in thought of what to say, what they don’t find out »