Текст песни Bite Me - Pacing

Real poetry is always about plants and birds and trees
And the animals and milk and honey breathing in the pink
But real life is behind a screen
Skimmin' and a-scrollin'

Real trees don't grow in my yard but I'm moving from the East
Where the lemons are so plenty
They don't know what to do with those things
And I'm taking you with me, my sweet

So you can bite me, if it makes you feel any better
You can bite me, if it makes you feel
Like

(And here we go)
Oh what a waste of all your sorrow just to spit it to the floor
Your venom is my milk and honey drink it to the
Coronary coffee and my pulse is taking off (three, two, one)
Like one of those space rockets
You know sometimes they blow up
Into the most amazing things

Real trees don't grow in my yard but I'm moving from the East
Where the Apple stores are plenty and there's a crack in my screen
You're breaking it with me

So you can bite me, if it makes you feel any better
You can bite me, if it makes you feel
You can bite me, if it makes you feel any better