"Binky" as written by and Scott D. Born....
I guess I've got myself an hour to go;
A mouthful of these are gonna make me sleep,
'Cause I can't trust my own two hands.

But I know you don't care about my stupid, self-derisive sight;
I've been dropped down to nothin'.
Baby, call the shots, you're all I got now.

I guess I've got myself a waste of time;
I carry a grudge just to keep me awake,
'Cause I will hate my own best friends.

But I know you don't care about my stupid, self-derisive sight;
I've been dropped down to nothin'.
Baby, call the shots, you're all I got now.

And maybe you could be my only,
'Cause the biggest lie in this world is that I'm all right.
And the kids in town have too much cool for laughin' now,
So the worst of times ain't funny 'round here no more.

Hey stupid, self-derisive sight;
I've been dropped down to nothin'.
Baby, call the shots, you're all I got now.


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"Binky" as written by Scott D. Born

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