[Verse]
Well do you want to talk about it?
Do you think you'd understand
How things can get so f**ed up
With such good, such good intentions
And if, 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
You had, you had nowhere to go
So you, so you found some place
You had, you had nothing to say, you start lying
[Hook]
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
[Outro]
Just dead feelings