Parasites!

I walk to the airport

I hold my head in shame

The parasites, they took a bite in every single step I take

Understate to say I've had it

One more go-around with the dramatics

So-so-so-so broke yet so sure that I don't want to miss…

The sound of your voice, the bliss of your name

Damn, it feels good to blow you away

I've been dying to say (whoa)

You

Bide

My

Tongue! (whoa)

You. bide. my. tongue. with. no. substance!

And I'm still at the airport

Fist broke, bank broke, heart? I'm sure

We spoke all you played me for, that I ain't gonna miss

And all of your poise conflicts with your shame

But damn, it feels good to blow you away way way

I've been dying to say (whoa)

You

Bide

My

Tongue! (whoa)

You. bide. my. tongue!