Don't Think (feat. Sage Francis)

Inked up temptress in a see through dress
 Sippin' pink umbrella drinks
 In the swell of strings
 Before the tempest come
 I met her at the multiplex
 Tried to catch her with a faulty net
 Acted like I let her go
 Then I wrote a letter home
 Mourning all the beauty in my past
 That I would never know again
 In the center fold, I spit
 Givin' up the last bit of her I had to give
 Flickering kiss, ravenous lips on a salty neck
 Yet, with all due respect to the sentences
 I could never end 'em
 So I sent 'em where the skeptics live
 Bottled at the bottom of the river with the messages
 Lesson is:
 Objects of affection turn to fetishes
 Quick
 Awkward in the dark
 Thin shark fin, flinch
 Blood's thick in the water
 Caught a whiff
 Lifted up a mirror
 Aimed it at her softer parts
 Just another trick
 That I borrowed from Oliver Hart
 Left the theater with a knee jerk
 Reaction to the caption
 Sayin' Samson, you don't need her
 (You don't need her)
 Years later and I'm blissfully bald
 But every now and then
 I get a glimpse of what it's like when pillars fall
 (Home-six feet back, reelin', tin can)
 (Cut string, taunt red calls from last evening)
 No bottom to the feelin'
 Merciless bent space
 It hurts
 That it hurts
 To see her face
 In the...
 Depth of the pain
 One wave rippling
 Intricate shapes, so complicated
 A simple brain would be insane to be sane
 When did it start?
 (It didn't)
 How does it stop?
 (It doesn't)
 Glad to know I'm doin' all of this for nothin'
 I hate how you don't know how much
 I hate how you don't know how beautiful
 I think you don't think you are
 I hate how you don't know how much
 I hate how you don't know how beautiful
 I think you dont think you are
 I hate how you don't know how much
 I hate how you don't know how beautiful
 I think you don't think you are
 I hate how you don't know how much
 I hate how you don't know how beautiful
 I think you don't think you are
 Whatever I was cracked up to be
 Might've sucked to me
 So I cracked myself up
 Whether or not anyone thought it was funny
 Touchy feely but allergic to mother earthlings
 Depressed by the wonderful number the caged bird sings
 (Surfs up)
 On the vanishin' coastline
 Man who is post-prime
 Denies the damages
 He's covered in bandages the whole time
 He manages to co-sign
 The next up and comin' act
 Depletes the gold mine front to back
 (Suckin' blood)
 Pocketin' cash
 Under the table
 Over the heads...
 Of the gullible youth director, collective
 No test of leadership
 (No truth detector)
 Expect resistance
 Transitions from playfully crazy to plain old crazy
 (Just break the mold maybe)
 Nah, I can't hold you, baby
 I already told the lady that
 If they overpay me
 I'll bankroll your laziness
 I gotta get a alias that's different
 (A new face)
 Finally fix the zipper on my suitcase
 (Skip to my Lou Farigno)
 As I walk down this dusty road
 With ripped jeans
 Big dreams and inflatable pillow
 A brillo notepad for rough sketches and love letters
 To faux pas fashionistas with a fascination for ugly sweaters
 This correspondence sent directly from the trenches
 So it might not reach you 'til after I've served my sentence
 If you happen to be married
 I'll be happy to kill him for a small fee
 Signed
 Yours forever and always
 Paulie
 Don't think
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 Don't think
 I hate how you don't know how much
 I hate how you don't know how beautiful
 I think you don't think you are
 I hate how you don't know how much
 I hate how you don't know how beautiful
 I think you dont think you are
 I hate how you don't know how much
 I hate how you don't know how beautiful
 I think you don't think you are
 I hate how you don't know how much
 I hate how you don't know how beautiful
 I think you don't think you are
 I hate how you don't know how much
 I hate how you don't know how beautiful
 I think you don't think you are
 I hate how you don't know how much
 I hate how you don't know how beautiful
 I think you dont think you are