Bi-Curious George - Atlantic Aftermath

Your ignorance will consume you
Breath kid the ice has come
And it's frozen all the words on your spitfire tongue
Can you suffer alienation or detach from your lips
Can you shift your attention to her mouth from her hips
Watch as I
Become the new pariah before your very eyes
It's a constant reminder that everybody lies
I am the new boy wonder I'm crowding empty rooms
But my disappearing act could never top you
All the tides are changing falling back on me
I'm on the surface of the sand
I hear this weather makes one hell of a man
As I engage your reaction like hell I'm going to bed on my own
Cuz I reap what I sowe
And judging by her last action I guess I'm not sleeping alone
Here's one for the road
F**k all these prep school kids
And their gunslinger attitudes: the offspring of pigs
Who gorge themselves on Fridays on cheap thrills and booze
And overdose on Sundays in Motel 6 rooms
You lack the self awareness to fend for yourself
You'll die in the vaults where you assembled your wealth
Your the sole existing reason planes fall from the sky
You'll be a nervous wreck til the day that you die
All the tides are changing falling back on me
I'm on the surface of the sand
I hear this weather makes one hell of a man
As I engage your reaction like hell I'm going to bed on my own
Cuz I reap what I sowe
And judging by her last action I guess I'm not sleeping alone
Here's one for the road
Cause I know myself
Better than anyone else
Take note I speak what I feel
What I see what I think what is real
In the end It's just me
Wide awake I'll never last in this plastic regime
As I engage your reaction like hell I'm going to bed on my own
Cuz I reap what I sowe
And judging by her last action I guess I'm not sleeping alone
Here's one for the road