My Bible Is a Scrapbook

Kisschasy

We're rejected, neglected, little busy bees
We don't smell right, like aging little bags of meat
I, I, I, I, I, I don't like this taste
But I didn't, didn't, didn't know how to wash it away

Honey why can't you tell? I don't want you around
Honey why can't you tell? Leave me out
Honey why can't you tell? I don't want you around
Honey why can't you tell? Leave me out

We are an army, looking for a place to fit in
We are angels, committing all the pretty sins
I, I, I, I, I, I don't like this waste
But I didn't, didn't, didn't know how to shake it away

Honey why can't you tell? I don't want you around
Honey why can't you tell? Leave me out
Honey why can't you tell? I don't want you around
Honey why can't you tell? Leave me out
We sit ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

We are crawling, collecting little stones in our knees
We are a movement, but we will never be a scene
I, I, I, I, I, I don't like this face
But I didn't, didn't, didn't know how to scrape it away

Honey why can't you tell? I don't want you around
Honey why can't you tell? Leave me out
Honey why can't you tell? I don't want you around
Honey why can't you tell? Leave me out

Honey why can't you tell? I don't want you around
Honey why can't you tell?
Honey why can't you tell? I don't want you around
Honey why can't you tell?
Wooh