changes (pt. 2)

Made changes (I know I've said I tried to heal, but I'm only gettin' sicker) Ayy Ball seven times a day Cop a selfie with the orphan in the mirror display And if you're home, could you say sorry to my dad for me? I was such a sad kid Bring your guillotine, let's rewind it like a bad dream Such a crime, killed time, blood wine, I'm fine Lost a year of my life 'Cause I'm Third Eye Blind Feel like Abraham, feel like Comic Sans Overused for that paper for the gram Feel like Abraham, ayy, ayy Yes, I've been working and hurting and burping Need, like, three sermons to get through the day Allergic to lies, I'm always in hives But, no, I don't need your epipen, I got my own Slept over in my kitchen The roaches ate my chicken I flamed those little wings Call it Kentucky-fried Made changes