Nine-Digit

my thoughts of you are receding

like the untold stories

i've never heard before

like the big brother i never had

you watch me like a hawk, my every move

you have my name but it's not enough for you

so i'm given a number like everyone else

you've got the lock-jaw system

and it's true, that i'll never escape from you

nine digits is all i have

and it's not enough to keep me away from you

my thoughts of you are receding

like the hair that grows on molded cheese

if you think it's "nine-digit"

will screw up your scene

then you've got more problems than you think

do all you can to shut me up, to put me down

black out all the naughty things it's true

but you'll never, yeah it's true,

censorship me