It's been a while since I burned incense I used my lighter for a pack of twenty I don't know where the fuck my bible went But I'm sure they'll forgive me
So please don't burn a hole in me I-I, I know it seems like they got what you need No one knows you better than yourself
So don't worry You shouldn't spend your money on a dollar-store miracle Sorry Baby, I don't have the answers, even though I'm a know-it-all So let it go; you'll never know—nothing's wrote in stone You're your own oracle, it's just a fuckin' poem Sorry Baby, I don't have the answers even though I'm a know it all
So many restaurants in Beverly Hills My favorite dinner comes in packs of twenty-four I came home through the windowsill But I'm sure that she'll forgive me
So please don't burn a hole in me I-I, I know it seems like they got what you need No one knows you better than yourself
So don't worry You shouldn't spend your money on a dollar-store miracle Sorry Baby, I don't have the answers, even though I'm a know-it-all So let it go; you'll never know—nothing's wrote in stone You're your own oracle, it's just a fuckin' poem Sorry Baby, I don't have the answers, even though I'm a know-it-all
Let it go; you'll never know—nothing's wrote in stone You're your own oracle, it's just a fuckin' poem Sorry Baby, I don't have the answers, shit, and maybe I know nothin' at all
