The Plan (fuck Jobs) Lyrics & Chords By The Front Bottoms

I fuckin hate the comments
Why do you feel you have to talk
Nobody asked for your opinion
Your sick sad way of jerkin off
Everyone you think you're better than
What the fuck im guilty too
Half the time that im complainin
Im just talkin shit on you
Im sorry
Never underestimate
The poor, hungry, and desperate
My body is a temple
How much you think i could get for it
And i will take cold showers
From now on until i learn
That once you fuck with fire
All theres left to do it burn
Baby, burn, burn, burn
I could feel myself
Falling from an airplane
I hear static when i close my eyes
I imagine one day things settling
And i think about what that might be like
Cause i love you
I miss you
I wanna hug and kiss you
Oh i love you
I miss you
I wanna hug and kiss you
Its alright
Were all abomination?
Just like everybody else
So if you hear me talkin strategy
Aw its only talkin to myself
Everybodys gotta have a game plan
Cut it up a couple different ways
Just hope no one remember these
The darkest of my days
When my mind is uncertain my body decides