© 2012 Thaddeus Griffith Dellinger; Michelle Lynn Van Rensselaer
Lyrics:
sickin
crickin
got an awful tick for my rest
aching up, agony
carry me to the loneliest place i don't wanna be
if i wore a white shirt
tuxie and a tie
you better know that i dress sharp when i die
and so fly, so fly
with my headphones
my headphones
H-E-A-D- PHO -N-E-S
the hero for my distress
and when i wear it privately audible
you better look at me like i'm invisible
like a little floater in your eye
the things that pass you by
i'm just in a subway putting up with stink
as long as you're mute, i don't have to think
about your stains, your stains
with my headphones
my headphones
my headphones
my headphones
with my headphones
my headphones
my headphones
my headphones
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