Even under my armpits
And the mustache it takes
You'd come back soon enough
When I think about it, nothing bandages it
The gaping hole you left
It's true that when I think about it
The session's over, I know, so
So I let my fingers wander over my keyboard
I slap my strings instead of your a*s
I scream with all my being into a piece of wood
Rather than in your ears that only listen to you
And you're not the sharpest
No you're not the craziest
When you wanna play it like
It's like and will stay like
When I think about it, nothing bandages it
The gaping hole you left
It's true that when I think about it
The session's over, I know, so
So I let my fingers wander over my keyboard
I slap my strings instead of your a*s
I scream with all my being into a piece of wood
Rather than in your ears that only listen to you
So I let my fingers wander over my keyboard
I slap my strings instead of your a*s
I scream with all my being into a piece of wood
Rather than in your ears that only listen to you
I let my tears run on a crumpled page
Where with my hand I write I hate you and then
Would I still need, to find north again
To send you threats, a filthy dead rat?