He looks just like Disneyland He looks just like palms trees He’s got diamonds in his hand He’s got scrapes on both of his knees He’s eager to the please He is your big secret He’s got me rooting through your trunk Is he the reason for this life jacket? Is he the reason that this ship sunk? Four words written in shaky faded ink I bet the drapes were pink In that old motel room Four words, watch my stomach sink or swim How could you follow him To that old motel room Some days I feel 12 years old Some days I’m sliding toward the grave Sometimes, I can take this But other times I wanna give ya back what you gave Four words written in shaky faded ink I bet the drapes were pink In that old motel room Four words written where I aint supposed to see And all my friends agree You must be the devil…. Justify this geography Show me where we went wrong on the map Cuz I try to stand tall I try to think of anything else at all But it’s hard to move on with this knife in my back It’s hard to move on with this knife in my back