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So, I'm considering wearing masks everywhere I goEven homeSo no one would have to see my faceAnd the long sleeve shirts I wear almost every single dayWould become constantSo no one would be blinded by my dry and untanned skinBecause nothing is perfect but all of youAnd you are everything that I'm notAnd the gloves that I would wearWould be my leather drummers gloves that are now torn to shitI'd sew them up and then they would hide the last bits of my handsAnd the pants that I would wearThe would be so long that they would go underneath my shoesAnd the pants that I would wearThey would be all torn up inside like youSweet Jesus Christ, why wont you ever let me be a happy boy?We brought in our new born baby and now he's old beyond his yearsSo I've got a few things that I would love for you to fixAnd those things are called my tiny heart and mindSo I'll go to my house and put on everything plus moreAnd you can have my stuffGoodbye, goodbye Aus Songtexte Mania