I absolutely can't believe
It wasn't me
There I recall how the wind blew through your hair
It's killing me to think it was
All a dream
Now I can smell the dull stink of the piss-filled fu*kin' air all around
But I couldn't care
The taste of the air
Makes this all seem alien
So I'll see you later
Close my eyes and tell me that I'm all-fu*kin-right
And microwave my eyes till they're dry
Dry as a bone
And when I can't stand
You'll point and you'll laugh just like we planned
I swear that it gave you the strength
To choke my happiness with your bare hands
I couldn't care
It's just a small tear
That lengthens with every wear
So I'll see --
So carry me
To the cheapest fu*king cemetery
That you can find
And empty my mind
In the {?} dirt right before you walk in
I couldn't care
The taste of the air
Makes this all seem alien
So I'll see you later