Dominiq

You
Act
So
Fly

With your hands in your pockets and I wonder why
In all possibilities
You would like to tell me
I'm some kinda angel
And that you talk to devils.

I know you're always sleeping
With girls that stop your weeping
You seem to like your rap mouth
And sicken at my pure route

You like to find their weakness
Like it's some kind of contest --
If you crack their psychology
You hear pressured apologies...

You say that you like dealing
In poker 'stead of stealing.
I wonder, when you're messing up
What are those drugs inside that cup...

You say you want a restaurant;
The city street's your teacher
You like to record music
Where you're the only speaker

I don't care much for your piano;
But that might make you angry --
You made me a nice song, though
And said it was like a porn movie...

Of course, that's how it ends
You tried to be a friend...
I wish you'd beg for sympathy
But I don't think you would hear me.