[Intro: Jon Mess]
So far I’ll lay low in pretense and smack your body
Legs up, some hair pull, its retro, oops, I call shotty
So scram and branded, the pylon, it's silver ion
Blowing glass, insurgent mask
The thickest trap door covered in ice

[Verse 1: Jonny Craig, Jon Mess]
Stay close, innocent
The signs to hide his scent
No room for ghosts

The lock and legs are set to bank in someone’s home
Salon will place a bet to cut a hairball loan
The lifeless shit of Mess, confusing ice cream cone
If you can’t read my text, then get a mind read phone
It's okay, I have no legs on this bra sailing gen
You? Right, day?

[Chorus: Jonny Craig, Jon Mess]
Oh, jump on top as I wander around
(Get the best of this no-down pre-lay)
Oh, the bed flows as it rocks back and forth
Our bodies start to sort it out
Hey, jump on top as I wander around
(Get the best of this no-down pre-lay)
Oh, the bed flows as it rocks back and forth
Our bodies start to sort it out
[Verse 2: Jon Mess]
Package this in seedy tones
You mock a painless death, we’ll beat your dome
You’re softly blocking Mess, so fly him home
With a racist comment, the leaky chrome, what’s up?
A toxic note confess, a soap caress
A simple notion, comment for less
But I like my nest, I wanna call it my mess
'Cause the last time I cried, well, I got dressed

[Bridge: Jonny Craig, Jon Mess]
Oh, and I swear this won't end quick
(We came back for this)
I swear, it won't
(We came back for this)
Oh, and I swear this won't end quick
(We came back for this)
I swear, it won't
(We came back for this)

[Chorus: Jonny Craig, Jon Mess]
Oh, jump on top as I wander around
(Get the best of this no-down pre-lay)
Oh, the bed flows as it rocks back and forth
Our bodies start to sort it out
Hey, jump on top as I wander around
(Get the best of this no-down pre-lay)
Oh, the bed flows as it rocks back and forth
Our bodies start to sort it out
[Outro: Jonny Craig, Jon Mess]
Hold your breath, make them see
(I blamed the fact of my division, so long in temporary places)
And may the one around make the shadow soak up
(The long lost pitch of your invention lay hidden bond inside its place)
How many faces have to crack
Before they realize I'm not coming back?
(When something less will come together and solid walls will fall apart)
How many faces have to crack
Before they realize I'm not coming back?
(When something less will come together and solid walls will fall apart)
How many faces have to crack
Before they realize I'm not coming back?
(So lately piece of mind is setting, when did the weather taste so tart?)
How many faces have to crack
(Will running solve a contradiction of makeshift tomes and revelations)
Before they realize I'm never going to find my place
(The pious price of buying diction, a speech I never should have made)
I'm not coming back, no