Paroles de Recycling

Rolling on his back like an ocelot Crawling on his stomach you make the lids stick together Nothing really bugs me out Nothing really bugs me Tightening the slack on the millimeter tape Trudging through your stomach I make the walls split forever Nothing really bugs me out Nothing really bugs me Anymore, I've had enough Now we're on the same page Circling the gap like you don't know what you hold Drying out my knuckles you tucked it between the folds Nothing really bugs me out Nothing really bugs me Recycling the cans at the center by the boxcars We've been carving little symbols in the bark Nothing really bugs me out Nothing really bugs me Out So let it go There's nothing I could tell you That you don't already know