Cause I am as far out as you say
Yes, I am as far out
Kill that fucking hipster
Try to look like yourself
Or let me be
what you make of me
There is no butterflies left
This just gives me stomach cramps
So I spit hate
to finish my song about you
Should really say
some kind of dirty crap
Begin a sentence with your name
and end it with bitch
Karma would be
I burned you like bad sex
Cause hell is where the heart is
Suppose you still got mine
According to you something is wrong
And you're supposedly the one that knows me best
So tonight I will do something for you
Make love to whom you hate the most
Cause I am as far out as you say
Yes, I am as far out
You're painting my portrait
but it's so full of errors
So I'm freaking out
Only to celebrate you
I have polo print in my crutch
My "fuck you" in my glance
Another woman in my spit
to find out if you pull the pluck
Then we have the devil on the wall
I realize it slightly looks like me
But who would have thought your view on me
would turn so filthy
I meant it when I said it
I would give you the whole world
Even if it means I have to be as ugly
as one can be
According to you something is wrong
And you're supposedly the one that knows me best
So tonight I will do something for you
Make love to whom you hate the most
Cause I am as far out as you say
Yes, I am as far out
So if this is what you want
Let me be what you make of me
If this is what you want
Let me be what you make of me
If this is what you want
Let me be what you make of me
If this is what you want
Then I am what, yeah, you make of me
Yeah, what you make of me
Yeah, what you make of me
Yeah, what you make of me
Yeah, what you make of me