. . . . (yawn) Make me miss amerika Rip it when we're 6 yeah Lock her in her room now Tell me it's my birthday- I don't care. Rub her face in glass Dad Try to kick some ass Dad Tell me who's insane man Throw up exrery other day- I don't care. Cross my legs and hold it in Say you wish you had no ears Funny how she don't exist Mommy chained her up instead- I don't care Fill me with yr lies boy, Don't matter wasn't real She don't wanna be my friend But i can't stand her anyways I can't go home again But i'm still a good tax break Cut us off at the hearts Scabs grow thicker by the years- I don't care. Splitting hairs and doing time Slap me till i feel fine Who commits the real crime? Will you ever be mine?