Textbook Under The Sea

Falling over backwards for you
Falling over everybody else
I put myself in that position
Everytime I have the chance
I know it’s not my business, to be Digging up these things I shouldn’t know
Twenty years of bad descisions
Havn’t taught me much at all
Seperate events you’re making
Everyone pretend it’s not your fault
And all of this offence you’re taking
Doesn’t really bother me at all
Twist my arm 'cause that’s the way you think you’re gonna work this whole thing
out
You know you own my body but don’t think that you control my mouth
(having every question answered
Is it gonna help at all?)
(having every question answered
Doesn’t help)
When you’re not supposed to know
You’re not supposed to know
You’re not supposed to know
Anything
Another textbook situation
Everything I think I know I’ve read
What’s the point of medication?
All it makes me wish; that I were dead
It’s pretty clear that you are me It’s written here on every single page
I’m spitting blood, not stupid
I can read it all over your face
(having every question answered
Is it gonna help at all?)
(having every question answered
Doesn’t help)
When you’re not supposed to know
You’re not supposed to know
You’re not supposed to know
Anything
You’re not supposed to know
Anything