Don't tell me
It's too late for this
It's too late or this
It's too late for this
Knowing me
You could take your pick
I was made for this
I see loosened grip
It's none of your business
That I pretend to wear this
I stay here unchanged
A pureness: coatcheck
I see vedic, no change
I can't say that I've changed
So I'll pretend to wear this
Like I always wear this
Mutton noir
They burn me
Underground I stay
Child words I'm using
I won't cry, I swear
I'm wearing this shirt now
I wear this, ok
And they think I'm cool now
But I always have been
Don't tell me
It's too late for this
It's too late or this
It's too late for this
Knowing me
You could take your pick
I was made for this
I see loosened grip