Pickpocket Vanillaroma

[Verse 1]
Gotta find a way to explain without sounding cliche
That I'm the one that I hate
That I'm the one I wish the Sun would cause to disintegrate
Think I'm a little too late to be playing this game
Without knowing the rules
Oh, I'm gonna lose

[Verse 2]
I think I'm gonna lose my last dollar to an orange tip revolver
To a pickpocket, unconcerned with my wallet
And I'll quit talkin', and ignore all the karma
That I still don't get, wanna die like a lawyer
Leave my kids somethin'

[Pre-Chorus]
I spent way too much time thinkin'
'Bout all the ways I'm sleepin'
I'm wastin' my life dreamin'
Dreams I can't remember, it's all bullshit
You got motives for sendin' your well wishes
Bet you use me up, forget me like I'm ChapStick
Hope my lips pretend I hemorrhage like an oil spill

[Chorus 1]
Hope it feels good to be right (Hope it feels good)
Hope it feels good to be right (I hope it feels good)
Hope it feels good to be right (Hope it feels good)
Hope it feels good to be right (I hope it feels good)
Hope it feels good