You carried your weight
You were waiting around
Relentlessly always down
From the looks of your mouth
I'd say you've been always mouthing off
So tell me, when will enough be enough?

The closet companion consoling me
Well, formerly you were so warm

Search and destroy
You make a mess and remove the thread
Trade cotton for suburban cred'
From the looks of the ground, I'd say that it's hoods up, fisticuffs and form
So tell me, when should I sound the alarm?

Propped against the grain
I should have left, it was getting late
The closet companion
Consoling me again

I could have asked you to conspire
You could have asked me to turn it down
But instead all I got was tired
Watching your friends spin around

Search and destroy
You've made a mess and removed the thread
Traded cotton for suburban cred'
From the looks of my mouth, I'd say that I'm always mouthing off
So tell me, when will enough be enough?

While you were waiting around
While you were waiting around
While you were waiting around
Well, I was waiting around