And for better words our foster
Isn’t old enough to breathe
But through years supply of percocet
The pain doesn’t pain at all

To lie right through my teeth
To better understand it
You’d quote what i said
But you take it out of context
As you lie in here in my bed
And what wiser men could confront
I’m leaving for the fall
And through years supply of percocet
The pain doesn’t pain at all