I can't get up for nothing
What does it matter what tomorrow brings
Not anymore but I can still try on these things
I'm going to save a lot of money for the next ceiling
Girl it's just a part I'm not healing
Hell at this time I don't need that feeling
Though I can just imagine all the money I will be saving here
By leaving you there and this does not seem to matter
And it has stopped
I might have blown up on these air waves now risen hot air
The balloon blew a hole in the atmosphere
It doesn't matter anymore
Nice size hole in the ozone for
Gods to explore creating heaven's shore
Holy Hell I pulled out because she asked for more
Heaven reeks still with desire
Baby you left me on fire
Born I'm glad it's true
That I was stolen for you
This time we'll make it different it's true
Only it's changing the tune
On nothing but glue
With popsicle sticks boo hoo
Welcome to the program for two
