i give you patience that i don’t be having
i cover up with a filthy jacket
i see through you, it’s fucking sad man
mama i’m tired of you’re filthy habits

shooting up right in front of me
you’re nodding off i thought you fell asleep
brushing my hair when you sing to me
flip of a coin whether youre here with me
and i hold it back but i hate you
oceans away locked in a bathroom
where were you at when i needed you
too bad this jacket is see through

i give you patience that i don’t be having
i cover up with a filthy jacket
i see through you, it’s fucking sad man
mama i’m tired of you’re filthy habits

too bad i picked up all your bad habits
another fuck up just a car crashing
a train wreck with some bad excuses
maybe together we should tie our nooses

Christopher robin and I walked along under branches lit up by the moon
posing our questions to owl and eeyore as our days disappeared all to soon