Rock Lyrics
Somethings stuck in my throat
I think I might choke
Am I some sort of joke?
Am I some sort of joke?
I am a rock, I am a rock
To skip and throw away
Pick it back up when it's in your way
Pick it back up when you like
I really love you, psych
Shaky hands from a stupid smoke
A body to pull, kiss and poke
Eyes that will grow puffy if watered slow
I think they're kinda sad
Oh shit, it's all my bad
Red cheeks are looking wide
Get it together with a sigh
Eyes that will grow puffy if watered slow
I think they're kinda sad
Oh shit, it's all my bad