My bandaid's not sticking, I'm licking the wound, mixing a glue

Two paces from grabbing the knife back and I'll finish the dude

Do list to, problematic, attic, basement, monsoon

Flood, Duncecap stuck on you

Trying to think if spitting makes me a hero

Recall the definition, missing, it's just me though (DUNCE!)

Say it like you love me, I don't love me, used to loath me

Told me many times with rhymes, i'm human and I'm lonely

So pick a scab or tear it off, the awful sound, the

Grimace, at least I meant it in a way that cools my brow

It's how the kiddy pool, sand bar, or shallow end

Ends endings at their entrance and the arrow in

So I don't forget to get a gift for my guests

I'll give you a ticket to the gun show, but it's -

Aimed at my head, aimed at my head

The bandaid won't work today so I'm going to lay in my bed

Lay in my bed, lay in my bed

I can't fall asleep so i believe in my dread

Believe in my dread

No pain, kiss the wound while it's weeping

Love is that placebo, such a hero for a cheap thing

Teething head, what an apathetic caring friend

Try to callus every end, file down, use the Ped

Feel that shit? I think that's emotion

And if you clog up it's pores it won't feel so important

Open up, I mean, close it up

I know it's worth while, cause I wrote it and I chose the stuff

Clip my nails, let the metal bite em, ash tray

Phoenix food, dumpster diver, ass play

And midst all that i shed some new red

I guess its tickets to the gun show, but it's aimed at my head