Troll

I take burns, cigarette burns
They take turns watching my squirm
They fill urns, id-filled urns
Fan with ferns; when will I learn?
When I troll and drive them crazy
'til all my best friends hate me
I spill icky commentary
On every passing lady
I expect no consequences
Based on how rough my past is
And ignore a well-lit army circling me
When I take burns, cigarette burns
They take turns watching my squirm
They fill urns, id-filled urns
Fan with ferns; when will I learn?
When I roll my eyes at my boss
And stew about my time lost
When every bit of freedom
Is spent wrapped up in dream-gauze
They say Anthony's a nice dude
Well, some sources mislead you
And I am no exception lately
When I take burns, cigarette burns
They take turns watching my squirm
They fill urns, id-filled urns
Fan with ferns; when will I learn?
I would go into specifics
That's what I tend to do
But the vaguer that I keep this,
the quicker we'll be through
I've got mounds of good intentions
And a heap of payment plans
But some tar dilutes my pureness
I'm your in-debt regretful man
I'm your in-debt regretful man
I'm your in-debt regretful man
I'm your in-debt regretful man
When I take burns, cigarette burns
They take turns watching me squirm
They fill urns, id-filled urns
Fan with ferns; when will I learn?