Pardon Me

Hating Bob the Builder

Excuse me sir
Do you have a coffin to fit my heart
Cause I'm more than sure
I just felt you rip it out of my fuckin chest
And stab it with those needles you hold
Oh so tight

What's that you say
You don't want to play
You shouldn't of drug out the jacks
Put out your hand
Let me show you, your only half a man
Wanna die, or merely cry
Twist and turn, hows this hate burn
Got your hammer and your 2x4
Still trying to "Fix Me"
Your nails bent a long time ago
Mold this imperfection: I don't need you
Too scary to touch, isn't it
Ain't as fluffy as it use to be
No, ain't as fluffy as it use to be