The Front Bottoms - The Plan (f** Jobs) lyrics

I f**in hate the comments Why do you feel you have to talk Nobody asked for your opinion Your sick sad way of jerkin off Everyone you think you're better than What the f** im guilty too Half the time that im complainin Im just talkin sh** on you Im sorry Never underestimate The 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 f** with fire All theres left to do it burn Baby, burn, burn, burn I could feel myself Falling from an airplane I hear static when i close my eyes I imagine one day things settling And i think about what that might be like Cause i love you I miss you I wanna hug and kiss you Oh i love you I miss you I wanna hug and kiss you Its alright Were all abomination? Just like everybody else So if you hear me talkin strategy Aw its only talkin to myself Everybodys gotta have a game plan Cut it up a couple different ways Just hope no one remember these The darkest of my days When my mind is uncertain my body decides