Total views: 1 time this week / Rating: 7.53/10 [17 votes]Album: A Juvenile Product of the Working Class / Original Release Date: 1996-09-10Genre: AlternativeSong Duration: 1 min 37 sec
I can't believe the things you say to me are so boring I can't believe anything you do to me is done sober I can't obtain a sense of patience, and I can't ordain you as my patient, butyou chew away at all my nerves like I'm your servantI sit alone with the others and I blame you talk of your mother and the senseless way she must have raised you I can't let go of this insanity can't blow you off like a dead leaf on a tree you stick around, I hope you get yours soon, you deserve it