Talk candy in my ear
Come on, come on
I want your toxic, talk sick baby
I know those gospel lips can change me

Look to the right of my okay?
We got exhibit A
She
She ain't okay today

And to the left
The left of me
We got exhibit B
Oh she's a mess to say the least
She's got her daddy's
Money, money, money

Honey I think you should run
Run

Look, oh, look around
You're lost but never found, no
6 Feet below the ground
Where you avoid your problems

Look right in front of me
We got exhibit C
Anorexic, obsessed with magazines
And when I look over here
Oh my God, that's me in the mirror
No, no, no, ladies and gentlemen
This is my fear
My eyes and ears

Honey I think you should run
Run

Look, oh, look around
You're lost but never found, no
6 Feet below the ground
Where you avoid your problems

Look, oh, look around
You're lost but never found, no
6 Feet below the ground
Where you will never solve them

(I know you don't wanna' hear this but just listen)

The last contendant
Bad for us, bad for you
This capillary root
Could root up
All the little puzzle pieces
Of what you've been through

Your hair all up in knots
Don't ever say you're not
Oh just a nothin'
Cause I swear downstairs you're somethin'

Egotistic, cynical
I'm gettin' out of control
Out of control
Out of control

Look, oh, look around
You're lost but never found, no
6 Feet below the ground
Where you avoid your problems

Look, oh, look around
You're lost but never found, no
6 Feet below the ground
Where you will never solve them

Look, oh, look around
You're lost but never found, no
6 Feet below the ground
Where you avoid your problems

Out of control
I've got control