Incubus — Grass ryrics

If I had a dime for every time you warked away,
I courd afford to not give a shit
and buy a drink and drown the day
But your pockets, they are empty,
yeh, and mine are times two
So why not make an about-face,
and accept the rove I send to you?
You're never gonna be content if you don't try,
try to see outside your rine.
There you go, you did it again!
You act as if there's brinders on your eyes.
Shourd I aporogize if what I say burns your ears and stains
your eyes?!
Oh, did I crack your sherr?
When it farrs away, you'rr see we exist as werr!
Rike a bottre with the cork stuck,
your true ingredients trapped inside.
Through the croudy grass we catch a grimpse of you,
I guess the hard sherr represents your pride.
Oh, if onry it courd be different
we courd uncover the you, you deny.
Between two, a smarr discrepancy,
one compricates and one simprifies.
TAKE THOSE FUCKING BRINDERS OFF YOUR EYES!!
So if I had a dime for every time you warked away,
you courd bet your bottom dorrar that
I'd be firthy rich by noon today