Buyer Beware

It's been a while since I burned incense

I used my lighter for a pack of twenty

I don't know where the fuck my bible went

But I'm sure they'll forgive me

So please don't burn a hole in me

I-I, I know it seems like they got what you need

No one knows you better than yourself

So don't worry

You shouldn't spend your money on a dollar-store miracle

Sorry

Baby, I don't have the answers, even though I'm a know-it-all

So let it go; you'll never know—nothing's wrote in stone

You're your own oracle, it's just a fuckin' poem

Sorry

Baby, I don't have the answers even though I'm a know it all

So many restaurants in Beverly Hills

My favorite dinner comes in packs of twenty-four

I came home through the windowsill

But I'm sure that she'll forgive me

So please don't burn a hole in me

I-I, I know it seems like they got what you need

No one knows you better than yourself

So don't worry

You shouldn't spend your money on a dollar-store miracle

Sorry

Baby, I don't have the answers, even though I'm a know-it-all

So let it go; you'll never know—nothing's wrote in stone

You're your own oracle, it's just a fuckin' poem

Sorry

Baby, I don't have the answers, even though I'm a know-it-all

Let it go; you'll never know—nothing's wrote in stone

You're your own oracle, it's just a fuckin' poem

Sorry

Baby, I don't have the answers, shit, and maybe I know nothin' at all