Quincy Archer Hates You

This is not a test

And i've grown ridiculously fond of pissing all my good ideas away.

It's like a prostitute, you better walk away.

We had big plans for this small town

We canceled our plans to go downtown

And at this point my planner's smaller than my life ambitions.

Take this anesthetic

You look beautifully pathetic.

We've both been so temperamental

You know that's no coincidence.

It's like chalking the shadows

Predicting exactly what happens next

So thank the lord you've made it this far

I'll take the train to the next station

For the taste of new found freedom.

I blink hard as i slip through the small cracks

Convince myself i won't look back

But i've got unfinished business

My daily planner's filled with names

Of the hits that i missed and got away.

But this time i'm gritting my teeth

Just to let it go

This is not a test

And i've grown ridiculously fond of pissing all my cares and worries away.

It's just a substitute to lead my mind astray.

Home is where the heart is

So i must belong on your sleeve.

Home is where the blood stains the sheets.

I'll burn the bed to make a point

Took a vow to disappoint

Raise the bets

Tape cassettes

I think we have some work to do

I blink hard as i slip through the small cracks

Convince myself i won't look back

But i've got unfinished business.

My daily planner's filled with names

Of the hits that i missed and got away.

But this time i'm gritting my teeth

Just to let it go

Just let it go.

I'll burn the bed to make a point

Took a vow to disappoint

Raise the bets

Tape cassettes

I think we have some work to do

I think we have some work to do

Yeah, i think we have some work to do