Miss Everything

All you and all of ourselves and most of Us don't why. All of us who have to Might die. A grinning bear won't strike a tail And a fairy tale, he lies. All of you and all of ourselves and most Of us don't ask why. Oh yeah, Knock on wood. She comes looking for you. Oh yeah, It makes sense. It comes in a Perfect Pain. It's gonna pain. Sit still and as heap, brush from her eyes. Got no patience, eat this haste. She kiss the sky. All the interns, The sunlight burns, the wheels go round and stick. She crossed the street with you resting, It's your magic trick. Oh yeah, Knock on wood. She comes looking for you. Oh yeah, It makes sense. It comes in A Perfect Pain. She looks in the mirror, Powder in her hand. The clock ticks behind her, Little grains of sand. All eyes are on her. She knows how this feels. No one can tell her What the mirror conceals. It's Gonna Pain. Oh yeah, Knock on wood. She comes looking for Oh yeah, It makes sense. It comes in a perfect pain. Oh yeah, knock on wood. It's gonna Pain. Oh yeah, It makes sense. It comes in perfect Gonna