I don't want to talk about it I don't think you'd understand, How things can get so f**ed up With such good, good intentions And if roofs turn to sky Held by the gravity of nothing An ironic and literal Making of a bed. You can walk away, but there is a reason to stay. They make bad bad jokes It's okay not to laugh. And for every push forward
You get the same f**ing push back. And you got nowhere to go So you found some place. And you got nothing to say You start lying. Just what the f** were you thinking? I'm not sorry... I'd do it all again. All the lines between hate, love, and revenge It's just dead, it's dead, it's dead Just dead feelings.