Man, I shoulda cut but I couldn't keep my mouth shut Low life phonies so corrupt I was speakin' my disgust And lost my lips, fought fibs, went buck She love it when I trust my guts Say my piece, give a fuck If they don't feel me now I trust that they will soon enough Good lord, switching flows Touching road with the guys Then I get low, no control If it's working then why Do I feel this all the time? Good grief Lord I believe You've been pushing too hard For the wrong things In my opinion, you and your vision Is so unequivalent, man listen Oh god just listen You still don't get it She told me she got heat so I froze Sent images to my phone That's when I lost my composure She was fully exposed And I was only supposed To take a look then dispose of them But the contents enclosed Remitted all self control I said uh... Good gief Lord I believe You've been pushing too hard For the wrong things In my opinion, you and your vision Is so unequivalent, man listen Oh god just listen Good gief Lord I believe You've been pushing too hard For the wrong things In my opinion, you and your vision Is so unequivalent, man listen Oh god just listen to me Good gief Lord I believe You've been pushing too hard For the wrong things In my opinion, you and your vision Is so unequivalent man Good grief Lord I believe You've been pushing too hard For the wrong things In my opinion, you and your vision Is so unequivalent, man listen Oh god just listen In my opinion you and your vision Is so unequivalent, man listen Oh god just listen Ah, you don't get it (fuck yeah)

And you stand so tall in your head I'll erase it all, 'til you're dead And I dreamt that I'm feeling cold But enough's Enough, my heart is sunk and it feels Like 16, like a magazine Like I'm undo it A husk in my bed And I drive, it's dusk, my eyes are red And a short, a fleeting thought comes in You're alive until you own the sin and it feels Like 18, like a guillotine Like I'm Kicked out of home, mama dead and alone I don't care about things that I'm too young to know Rusted stove top, kettle boiling Feeling like my brain is rolling Like underneath my clothing Itchy skin, my aching body Good grief your own creation Lost for words, I find my patience Right in the heated moment Up for grabs but never notice Inside my home, a shaking crawl And her eyes, do roll and sheets get torn And again, a fleeting thought is formed But at five is gone, the TV's on And I dream Of release And the tears ease And I feel Kicked out of home, mama dead and alone I don't care about things that I'm too young to know Rusted stove top, kettle boiling Feeling like my brain is rolling Like underneath my clothing Itchy skin, my aching body Good grief your own creation Lost for words, I find my patience Right in the heated moment Up for grabs but never notice Rusted stove top, kettle boiling Feeling like my brain is rolling Right in the heated moment Up for grabs but never notice

There's no such thing as good grief Haven't eaten in three weeks Skin and bones when you're not near me I'm all skeleton and melody There's no such thing as good grief Sleep with you in a sex dream And I'm pretty sure you don't miss the way I put all my demons on display to your pretty music One more time Play me something, I won't sing I'll be quiet, play me something One more time, I'm listening There's no such thing as good grief Took two months to pack up your things But I left a box at your parents' house Don't know whether to feel sad or proud One more time Play me something, I won't sing I'll be quiet, play me something One more time, I'm listening

Since I'm putting down All of the true things around, but I like it I handed down the crown Given the jewels and the answers of may The thought of being ousted Comes and goes, comes and goes When I think about it The wind blows Hate it, hate it Hate it, hate it Hate it, hate it Hate it Run me out of town Somewhere a move might intended a gown in Pissed at all the bowels Always the blues and a delicate smile Missed all of the sideways Gull and noun, gull and noun Chills and petty band-aids Wrapped around Hate it, hate it Hate it, hate it Hate it, hate it Hate it Good grief Good grief Since I'm putting down All of the true things around, but I like it I handed down the crown Given the jewels and the answers of may The thought of being ousted Comes and goes, comes and goes When I think about it The wind blows Hate it, hate it Hate it, hate it Hate it, hate it Hate it

You can throw your cares to the wind Just blowing in the breeze You can go for miles and miles Crawling on your knees You can enjoy the time of the year Pounding beers and a bottle of chuck But good grief and good luck You could throw dreams to the wind Fall and get some rest Swim in shark infested waters Just hoping for the best Get a book of matches and a passport baby Start living in the belly of a whale But good grief and oh well Good grief and good luck You can dance in the wind Just blowing down the street You can walk across the city Yeah with nothing on your feet Or you can move to the country baby But who am I to judge Good grief and good luck You can drown in the sun Yeah, trials to the night Do your hair in the moonlight In a mirror full of wine Just because it doesn't kill you baby Doesn't mean it's such a life So good grief and goodnight Oh good grief and goodnight Good grief and goodnight