My nails ain't manicured My voice ain't the best you've heard And you can choose to hate my words But do I give a fuck Socks are old and shoes are broke Lungs are tired 'cause they're filled with smoke Wallet's empty I'm going broke But I'm still breathing Well I'm not much to look at And I ain't much to hear But if you think I love you You've got the wrong idea Well I'm not much to look at And I ain't much to hear But if you think I love you You've got the wrong idea Yellow teeth fit the sleeping bags Not so good at school but I ain't bad I'd rather be fucked than sad And that's a start Lying's fine if you get what you need You're confusing love with greed And I won't, I won't say please At least not yet Well I'm not much to look at And I ain't much to hear But if you think I love you You've got the wrong idea Well I'm not much to look at And I ain't much to hear But if you think I love you You've got the wrong idea And you're clinging to conflict And you're clinging to conflict And you're clinging to conflict Just let go Just let go And you're clinging to conflict And you're clinging to conflict And you're clinging to conflict Just let go Just let go