D. Boon-Free (a ninth grade crime)

A single barrel thought is what you define
I’m caught up streaming on the stratosphere of time
You’re throwing me the rope, and I’m tossing out the same old lines
I call it '85, double nickels on a dime
D. Boon-free, well, it’s a ninth grade crime
Keeping your belief and a doubt on what you’re saying
'Cuz you’re wasting my time, and you’re crossing my line
And you wonder why no one’s ever, ever talking to you
No one ever, ever needed to
'Cuz you’re wasting my time, and you’re crossing my line
And you wonder why no one’s ever, ever talking to you
No one ever, ever needed to
Throwing you down
The quickest way to the reciprocal frown
Little did you know we were asking you to leave this town
But now it’s on display for a repeat time
A second grade brain on a ninth grade crime
Keeping your belief and a doubt on what you’re saying
'Cuz you’re wasting my time, and you’re crossing my line
And you wonder why no one’s ever, ever talking to you
No one ever, ever needed to
'Cuz you’re wasting my time, and you’re crossing my line
And you wonder why no one’s ever, ever talking to you
No one ever, ever needed to
'Cuz I’m throwing all my songs away
They’re not your preference anyway
'Cuz you’re wasting my time, and you’re crossing my line
And you wonder why no one’s ever, ever talking to you
No one ever, ever needed to
'Cuz you’re wasting my time, and you’re crossing my line
And you wonder why no one’s ever, ever talking to you
No one ever, ever needed to
'Cuz you’re wasting my, crossing my