Letra de Well, People Will Talk

You doing these poems, I don't like the prose, You don't know what you're talking about, They show you indifference, You think it's a rebuttal, Ad patri just fucking around, Hello, it's all too real I drove myself off to death, Wondering about who you woke up with, How much fun is it? Takes a lot to exist, A lot to admit, What I'm feeling jealous about, Cause all of your friends too there looking, You joke around but oh, it's all too real I drove myself off to death Wondering about who you woke up with I drove myself off to death, Wondering about who you woke up with, How much fun is it? Everybody knows but me