Minus Blindfold

Done feeding, I leaned back, head rested on the couch's top

Must leave the house soon, mean gone, 'cause my pops, he's hot

Grab my blue backpack, my Walkman, grip my bicycle

'Cause I know my friends are waiting at the door

I'm feeling loose like you, just fuckin' around and shit

'Til that comes, you're fifty-five or twenty-six

Let me go

I give more

And you know I'm flown

Come at me, come, come

My fingers don't cross, but they crack

You know I want to pick you up

But they don't want you to

Asking for it, like we got

Yes, we cross, but we crack

You know I want to pick you up

But they don't want you, so fuck 'em

You let them screw you, I thought they knew you

But when you turned your back, I know they're gonna do

You had to prove me right and then we did

And that son of a bitch, he swerved, almost hit two kids

I'm feeling heartless, I'm feeling hate

So when there's nothing but the real swing in her fucking rape

No one

Me

(No choice)

Let me go

I get bored

And you know I'm fucking flown

Come on, come, come

My fingers don't cross, but they crack

You know I want to pick you up

But they don't want you to

Let me go, like we got

Yeah, we cross, but we crack

You know I want to pick you up

But they don't want you, burn

Let me go

I give more

And you know, oh

So good, we could

And we learned to cry

And lift me up

Come on, come

My fingers don't cross, but they crack

You know I want to pick you up

But they don't want you

Let me go, like we got

Yeah, we cross, but we crack

You know I want to pick you up

But they don't want you