Poetic Trash

You're undercover
Way too soft to show your skin
Playing pretend
Trying to get a reaction
But I will, I will, will not do
The things that you say, they're saying that you do
I am hazed out for good reason
You try and you try and you try
Picking up your poetic trash
I want back in
I am not your prisoner
You wanna a lie like
You wanna lie to keep you comfortable
I wanna know what
I wanna know what's going on
But I will, I will, will not do
The things that you say, they're saying that you do
I am hazed out for good reason
You try and you try and you try,
Damn
Picking up your poetic trash
I want back in
I am not your prisoner