Faith in the Faux
You have to be kidding me
It must be buried three inches deep
And no one is here to help dig it out
And, I am not surprised because they will no doubt take your word
("Everyone loves juicy gossip")
So I guess I'll just sleep it off (On my stomach of course)
And when I see you next Ill kill you with a smile
Writer/s: Nodes of Ranvier
