text: Ive got too much on my mind, plus your mind on my plate
  Ive got a fucked up sense of what they call love and hate
  Id like to place my hand on your neck once more
  And this time Ill squeeze even after you leak on my floor
  Ive got too much time on my hands these days
  And I feel my idle hands starting to wander away
  I think Ill just sit alone in my absent brain
  Its not like Ive got anywhere else to spend my day
  I swear to not!
  I swear to not!
  I swear to not!
  I swear to not
  I am a bastard, I am a fatherless hope
  You told me faster, down on the floor on all fours
  I am a bastard, I am a bastard, I am a bastard
  I swear to not!
  I swear to not!
  I swear to not!
  I swear to not