I guess this means good luck
Or maybe that I'm fucked up
How can you sing in silence
I hear you crying louder
By touching you outside
Feeling your box-shaped body
Dancing ironicly
You're trapped in my own warnings
I open you everyday
Wishing you wouldn't be there
I live the fear to know
One day you will get lost

I ask a question, but I never get the answer
I ask you questions, but I never get the answer
I ask you questions, but I never get the answer

I stepped in dog shit you pittiful pretty
Stop giving bullshit you pittiful pretty
You stepped in my shit you pittiful pretty
Hate my own shit you pittiful pretty
Such pretty

You guess this means good luck
Or maybe that you're fucked up
How can I sing in silence
I hear me crying louder
By touching me outside
Feeling my box-shaped body
Dancing ironicly
I'm trapped in my own warnings
You open me everyday
Wishing I wouldn't be there