man Testo

I don't remember a single real thing about you
Just all of the sickness and you were supposed to see me through
And you're lucky as shit, the things I omit
'Cause you stole more of me than I'd care to admit
So I can't remember all the fucked shit that you'd do

So fuck all your gold stars, the cherries in the backyard
No amount of sugar could sweeten such a bitter heart
And fuck your soft boy scam
The cowboy or the Tarzan No amount of nail polish could paint you a good man, man

It's late at night when the sprinklers turn on as I'm leaving
And I don't know why every time I'm with you I lose feeling
I was already sick when you called me your fix
Then I pushed mine aside to make room for your shit
I've spent life holding other peoples aches in safe keeping

So fuck all your gold stars, the cherries in the backyard
No amount of sugar could sweeten such a bitter heart
And fuck your soft boy scam
The cowboy or the Tarzan
No amount of nail polish could paint you a good man, man
Man, man