Put Down

Don’t wanna fight with me
Anymore
You’re covered in Brooklyn and you’re
«Sorry that you’re not sorry»
Weighed down by what’s picked up
Glass and steel, bad luck
Your future’s the past
You’re never gonna last
And no one wants to see the crummy pictures you take
Baby…
Put down your circuitry
Put down your reasoning
Put down
Every little thing that takes from you…
And me…
You wear the skin of a friend I
Used to have
What have you done with him? You say you’re
«Sorry that you’re not sorry.»
If I’m gonna be alone
I wanna be by myself
Stop it, stop it
You spark and you spit
And no one wants to hear your smug robotic cockfights
Baby…
Put down your circuitry
Put down your devout beliefs
Put down
Every little thing that takes from you
Put down your weaponry
Put down your St. Paulie
Put down
Every little thing that takes from you
Every little thing’s that’s trapped in you
Every little thing that’s getting skewed…
Put down
Put down
Put down
Every little thing that takes from you…
And me…