Traffic Coast

Why you check everything I do?
What could I expect from you?
Haven't really said what was into you
I'll keep counting up your clues
I hated you for so long
I wouldn't know how
To love you now
I'll be piss poor
You'll be told
Sorry for your excuses
They often get old
I was left for the dust
Into the ground that we become
Or what has once existed
Couldn't ever love a son
If I was left out for dust
Or what has once existed
Or what has once existed
The world owes me everything
Her body's not a cell
I am not something to play around
Her body's in her jail cell
It's just to bring her down
The world owes me everything
I am not to play around
I'll be piss poor and get old
Get that I was something
I'll be piss poor and get old
But we have more in common
I have always taken cover
Now I could never know how
You keep counting on existence
But I could take it from you now