I've got skeletons in the closet in the back of my mind,
under the stairs.
Man, they're creepin everywhere.
I've got a weight on my shoulders.
I've got guilt in my guts.
Salt in my cuts
from walking dead love affairs.
I hold onto you with electroshock death grip.
You hang onto me like yesterday's acid trip.
Won't you tell me why.
Don't you want to tell me why
Don't you want to tell me why
Don't you want to tell me why
Don't you want to tell me why
I feel like I do.
You know I tried and I tried so hard to get away from you.
That's not really true.
I hope you know that I know that you know I don't know what to do.
I know now that the mean about life as a candlestick
Yeah I know precicely.
I've finally realized that I only have one kick, gonna try to use it wisely.
Don't you want to tell me why
Don't you want to tell me why
Don't you want to tell me why
Don't you want to tell me why
I feel like I do.
Don't you want to tell me why
Don't you want to tell me why
Don't you want to tell me why
I feel like I do.
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