The Number No Good Things Can Come Of

Now let me introject about this little peace we have
And all the months passed dragging through the mud
Dragging through the mud
Dragging down
Helps me comment on virginity
Help me find the price of humility
As a matter of fact you owe me some
As a matter of fact you owe me
And I guess
And I guess
And I confess
I sometimes think I’m God
Do I exist just to work for you?
Cancer is the proof
We will be going nowhere soon
You’re the reason why
I’m always asking of you twice
Cancer is the proof
We will be going nowhere soon
You’re the reason why
They’re always doubting of us twice