The Plan (Fuck Jobs) - The Front Bottoms

I fuckin' hate the comments

Why do you feel you have to talk

Nobody asked for your opinion

Your sick sad way of jerkin' off

Every one you think you’re better than

What the fuck I’m guilty too

Half the time that I’m complaining

I’m just talking shit on you (I'm sorry)

Never underestimate

Poor, hungry and desperate

My body is a temple

How much you think I could get for it?

And I will take cold showers from now on until I learn

That once you fuck the fire all that’s left to do is burn

Baby, burn, baby, burn

I could feel myself falling from an aeroplane

I hear static when I close my eyes

I imagine one day things settling

And I think about what that might be like

When my mind is uncertain my body decides

'Cause I love you, I miss you, I wanna hug and kiss you

(What it will do, to get through the hell of life)

Oh, I love you, I miss you, I wanna hug and kiss you

(As I trip on the ocean that leads through your eyes)

(it's alright)

I want world domination just like everybody else

So if you hear me talking strategy it’s only to myself

Everybody’s gotta have a game plan cut it up a couple different ways

Just hope no one remembers these the darkest of my days

When my mind is uncertain my body decides