Letra da Música: Confession - Exile

I am a worrier of phone calls unretured,
A self-rhigheous ranter of all the reasons why I'm being dicked over
And how I'm not going to take it anymore

I'm someone who takes it, over and over again,
When too many calls go unreturned,
I am a leaver of the country, and a traveler to cheap and dangerous places

I am at the core of cores aware how to be cool,
Not trying to be cool, and a maintainer of everything I've worked so hard to appear as natural
I am a fake. A hyper conscious jewish fake, with a Catholic habit for - confession