Letra de Punks In Paris

I'm not a lover or a fighter I am a self-conscious dick Love's between a girl and her drug dealer A love between a boy and bitterness And I'm afraid of the way that I feel I'm afraid my feelings aren't real Cause I cried more at Terminator 2 Than when I got left by you So self-righteous So self-loathing And I just found a tick living in my hair I don't pull him off I'm just glad something needs me to be here And now I'm tasting wine and cheese Taking rides on my jet-ski I can afford all these things With the money I was saving for your engagement ring So self-righteous So self-loathing So self-righteous So self-loathing And if Kanye West feels alone sometimes What hope do I have? What hope do I have? And if Kanye West feels alone sometimes What hope do I have? What hope do I have? What hope do I have?