Speeding Ticket -

Pouts

There’s rules to writing English, Jack

You remind me in the most vivid way

You manifest in my waking eyes

At a pitch, I can see you, so brilliant

The thought I had when I fell asleep, it’s

Subconscious studies and fragments, it

Into a million crystallized bits

They swing

Got to, got to, got to, got to, go

She swings

Don’t take that sinking so personally, Bub

Look at your body in the bathroom mirror

Eventually you’ll end up giving yourself the finger

So you suck, you don’t matter, a flying fuck?

The thought I had when I fell asleep, it’s

Subconscious studies and fragments it

Into a million crystallized bits

She swings

Got to, got to, got to, got to —

Gumption, you get it

Gumption, you get it

Gumption, you get it, do you?

Gumption, you get it, do you?

What’d she say?

No, I want to know

You are my speeding ticket

I’m not so sure, are you good to go?

You are my speeding ticket

What’d he say?

Yeah, I want to know

You are my speeding ticket

I’m not so sure, are you good to go?

You thought you were a little ticket

You thought you were a little

I’ve learned the rules to writing English, Jackie boy

I’ve wrote you a ticket

With a pitch, with the bitch, we’ve got a glitchy stitch

It is frozen introspective

Subconscious study fragments it

Gumption, you get it

Gumption, you get it

Gumption, you get it, do you?

Gumption, you get it, do you?