There's nothing more embarrassing
That's so official
I might have guessed your processing
Was flawed and crucial
This planet wants to spit you out
And keep your shoes
Our saturated atmosphere
Belongs to you
You're getting in the way
You're getting in the way
You're getting in the way
You're getting in the way
This operation's not for us
No sliver lining
Even with your mouth sewn shut
Your voice is blinding
Wake up, crossed out
In borrowed shoes
This overrated atmosphere
Makes you kissproof
You're getting in the way
You're getting in the way
You're getting in the way
You're getting in the way
You're getting in the way
You're getting in the way
You're getting in the way
You're getting in the way

Copyright: O/B/O DistroKid
Writer(s): Carla Azar, Eugene Goreshter, Greg Charles Edwards