well you could go on with your life
but I would still stay pissed at you
you talk so loud you drown the sound
of everything in the room
we marched out onto that dark street
and stood there staring at the moon
you thought you were the smartest thing
that ever wore those ugly shoes
and I'd pay for you to have surgery
and have that fucking mouth sewn shut
and maybe while you're in those sheets
they could make you feel every goddamn cut
I'd like to think you've found a friend
but I know that won't ever happen
I guess you'll never figure out
how to grow up
well everyone you think you know
well they all really know the truth
so you might as well leave your mask
on the table of the booth
oh I think you know all the things you cause
why do you feel that this is necessary?
don't talk so loud, you'll break my thoughts
you were lucky once, but now this is all you've got
fill your pockets 'til there's no room left