Tacky Landlord

Don’t sweep it under the rug
Try and fill yourself back up
You were lonely last year
So alone

Unless you’re a tacky landlord
Then paint it over 5 times more
Tape it up, you little bitch boy

I’ll admit I’m no saint
I fucked up and I’m stupidly made
All kinds of mistakes

Could of gone about my day
Instead of peeling my scabs away
But now it’s too late
Too late

And I was hiding up in my dream
Sad that no one could see me
Constantly blaming everyone on the outside

And I ignored my obvious pain
It caught up to me anyway
And probably hurt me more in the long run

I could of gone about my day
Instead of peeling my scabs away
But now, now it’s too late
Too late
Too late