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