Blouse

You trip on hollow earth, oh
And got a mouth of dirt, my friend
You got what you deserved in the end
Pick your ass back up, try again

You got the whole thing wrong, I swear
"You read the lines but you never cared"
I picked the wrong script up, I guess
"It's time to get those things off your chest"

I do it with my heart on my sleeve
I'm glad that we can speak honestly
'Cause no one believes what you preach
Just hope to God you die before me