Clocking smiles with playful crap Tip my jar, go f** yourself Selling life to myself What a bore, I'll check right out Walk that walk, talk and talk Kiss my touch I'm breaking off Checking out with a grin Crush the thoughts that break right in Taste your taste that blots your mind Run the circles hand to hand Taste your taste that blots your mind Blot the thoughts that cut your mind Look inside your blank mind look for what was left in me It's a lost cause, lost time I know, I think you'll find