Guilt Trip -

Mouth

Shirt

Eyes that say, 'so what?'

Now

Are you leaving town?

Again?

I ain’t got no money

No one calls me, honey

I don’t need nobody (na na na)

I laugh at my own jokes (ha ha ha)

I ain’t got no curry

But I got a cold beer

And my guitar writing (wa wa wa)

Lost all love

My problems still

They wanna solve 'em

Keep them busy for the ()

Open up and say blah