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