Y-

ou

sho-

uld-

n't

talk

to

your-

s-

e-

lf

Well

I

pi-

ctu-

red

some-

body

el-

s-

e

Some-

one

that

lo-

oks

like

What

I

look

li-

ke

Would

you

sa-

y

that

o-

ne

of

y-

our

dreams

Got

i-

n

you

and

ripped

out

the

se-

a-

ms

That's

what

I'-

d

say

That's

what

I'd

say

He

was

a

suc-

ker

for

your

dou-

ble

do-

se

Mother-

fuc-

k-

er

turned

white

as

a

gh-

os-

t

Don't

you

sa-

y

hi

Don't

you

sa-

y

hi

With

a

bro-

ken

si-

nk

for

a

fa-

c-

e

And

a

he-

ad

that

just

takes

up

sp-

a-

ce

He's

not

ha-

lf

right

He's

not

ha-

lf

right

It's

alre-

ady

ha-

l-

f

pa-

st

And

it

wo-

n't

la-

s-

t

I

was

st-

ic-

king

up

for

my

fri-

e-

nd

When

there's

not-

hi-

ng

much

to

de-

fe-

nd

It's

a

lo-

st

fight

It's

a

lo-

st

fight

Cause

when

I

ta-

lk

to

you

on

the

ph-

one

Well

it's

ju-

st

like

b-

e-

ing

al-

o-

ne

It's

not

ha-

lf

ri-

ght

It's

not

ha-

lf

ri-

ght