Complex
Sam Richman
Would you leave your shit-talk mouth behind, please?
I say, "You don't, you don't know too much about me"
I swear to God, your God complex
It doesn't matter 'cause you know best
Or so you thought
Guess you were wrong
When I was a boy
I picked the leaves off plants and watched them die
And I was fine
Or so I thought in that little fucked-up head of mine
But I would always try, you would always lie
To say that everything was okay
And now you wonder why your wings don't fly
If you don't mind, would you (ah)
Would you leave your shit-talk mouth behind, please?
I say, "You don't, you don't know too much about me"
I swear to God, your God complex
It doesn't matter 'cause you know best
Or so you thought
Guess you were wrong