Hello, esta Caco et eres Caco Well, you know , you fuck'n call me the Caco, okay? I keep asking, what's your lie? It is disturbing This isn't mine
I heard you're doing okay But I want you to know I'm a dick I'm addicted to you I can't pretend I don't care When you don't think about me Do you think
Hey dad look at me Think back and talk to me Did I grow up according to plan? Do you think I'm wasting my time doing things I wanna do? 'Cuz it hurst
{Hello? Esta Caco? Eres Caco? Pues You know, you fuckin' call me tha Caco? Okay?} I keep askin', what's your lie? It is disturbin', it squeezes mine
Another day, is going by, I'm thinkin' about you all the time But you're out there and I'm here waiting And I wrote this letter in my head 'cuz so many
I woke up it was 7 Waited till 11 Just to figure out that no one would call I think I got a lot of friends but I don't hear from them What's another night
It's 6 a.m. the clock is ringing I need to spend an hour snoozing 'Cause I don't think I'm gonna make it I punch in I'm still sleeping Watch the clock
This is who I am and this is what I like GC, Sum, Blink and MxPx is rocking in my room If you're looking for me I'll be at the show I can never find a
Find something mindless that I can advocate Make up the me I wanna be Then always keep a finger on the pulse Maintain high visibility We grubbing for
It's no bad mood It's a look you thought might kill but You knew better Wake up cold Do you know you're not dead Make the same mistake You've lost your
Get it right My last word sins I taste it now Omission wins For keeping down My better side I still ignore And try to hide So get out Get out The easy
Served up in the backyard Cooked too long on high Flying out the window Even dogs have passed them by Didn't know she was tied up Better fed than forced
Tell me that you've got Everything you want And your bird can sing But you don't get me You don't get me You say you've seen seven wonders And your bird
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Your self control might be a muscle spasm New direction isn't everlasting though I grope for straws, you've got to plan this week Then the crutch dissolves
I open my mouth to talk about me I'll follow you around I'll talk about me Boring stories, I talk about me I never understand Nobody wants to hear it
You're everything you want to be Accomplished, gracious and great company It makes perfect sense, you're never hated But then, appearances are overrated
I like the way you set yourself goals The blind ambition you sport like new clothes There's nothing bold in the posture you wear It's always stunning
