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We got ourselves in a sticky situation
It just kicked in
Barely keeping my head above water
In the shallow end

If these walls could talk
They'd say don't paint me yellow

Matt's in mom's coat
Posing like nixon
Mike fell asleep sitting up
He's so tired
You need to realize
This realization
This realization
It needs to be realized

If these walls could talk
They'd say don't paint me yellow

I'm laying in flower beds
Listening to pool stick sword fights
I'm not feeling these double lines
It's the only way to watch these lights change

In the land of milk and honey
In the land of milk and honey
Your garden will grow

We got ourselves in a sticky situation
I'm coming down
It always ends this way
I'm never coming back