Head North - Poor Posture lyrics

"It's all done, take off your mask." She wrote on the paper left on the table Like she knew me well enough to say that I can't swallow my pride. I'm a coward by instinct, As a matter of fact, I'm just a child with a temper. The fire of December. Burning everything with every chance I get. I hope you forget the name of every boy you sleep with And you run out of excuses for it. So tell yourself you're fine, And it's the world's fault you're so upset. Knot that thread you call a spine. But you're so selfish and content with Not mending all your flaws, So excuse it and abuse it, Say who you're born is who you are. Say it's your destiny To grow old And alone And push away Everyone and everything. I hope you forget the name of every boy you sleep with And you run out of excuses for it. So tell yourself you're fine, And it's the world's fault you're so upset. Knot that thread you call a spine.