You Wish

Hope you're standing in line while you're out gettin' groceries and you see my face

Staring back at you on the magazine rack

I, I wonder how that tastes

Swear to god it's like you never keep your mouth shut

And you're standing right there with your hand on your beer gut

Yet you have the audacity to try and step to me

On and on and on

You run your mouth, that's all you know how to do

I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone

Your intentions and games

Yeah, they're all see-through