Music It's been a while since I burned incense I used my lighter for a pack of twenty I don't know where the fuck my Bible went But I'm sure they'll forgive me So please don't burn a hole in me I know it seems like they got what you need No one knows you better than yourself So don't worry You shouldn't spend your money on a dollar store miracle Sorry Baby, I don't have the answers Even though I'm a know-it-all So let it go, you'll never know Nothing's wrong in school You're your own oracle It's just a fucking poem Sorry Baby, I don't have the answers Even though I'm a know-it-all So many restaurants in Beverly Hills My favorite dinner comes in packs of twenty-four I can't hold through a window sill But I'm sure that she'll forgive me So please don't burn a hole in me I know it seems like they got what you need No one knows you better than yourself So don't worry You shouldn't spend your money on a dollar store miracle Sorry Baby, I don't have the answers Even though I'm a know-it-all So let it go, you'll never know Nothing's wrong in school You're your own oracle It's just a fucking poem Sorry Baby, I don't have the answers Even though I'm a know-it-all Let it go, you'll never know Nothing's wrong in school You're your own oracle It's just a fucking poem Sorry Baby, I don't have the answers Maybe I know nothing at all