Lyric Take Two Placebos And Call Me Lame

Can t you see my soul worn on the second sleeve
It s going up for sale as soon as it gets saved
Interrogation blues, once again I lose

You don t get to magnify my insecurities
You don t get to site and save my unhip-ocracies
Not for sale

Take two placebos then you can call me lame
Walk some in my shoes then tell me to fuck off
My oversized hat won t fit your humongous head

I ll trade a hundred days for one inside of you

Take me to a cave, where I can t be seen
Solace makes the heart, pump adrenaline
I m sick of being used, time and again betrayed

Give a man a key, he cannot not open the door
Give him something free and he ll sell it to the poor
C est la vie

Take two placebos then you can call me lame
Walk some in my shoes then tell me that I m fucked
My humongous hat won t fit your gigantic head