F.U.L.U. - Forrest Day

Rained out, again

Let the battle begin

Like a runway model falling

I give way, I give way again

When the saints come marching in

I’ll come out and shout at them

And for reasons I don’t care to mention

I’ll never answer any of your questions

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you

Love you, love you, love you

Everything is poetry in motion

Diaries involved in flames

Old secrets that I’d never thought I’d mention

They follow me so closely right behind

You’ll never escape your past

Even your heroes run out of guests

And for reasons I don’t care to mention

I’ll never answer any of your questions

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you

Love you, love you, love you