Lyrics
(d: ya knocked the CASKET over, for chrissakes!
r: i was just leanin' on it, it was an accident!
d: oh, like somebody knocks a casket over on purpose?!
r: so the casket fell over. it wasn't a big deal!
d: her fuckin' BODY fell out!!!
r: they'll put her back in. it's not like it matters if she breaks
something...)
cleaning up mack's vomit on the floor,
i don't know if i can get drunk like this anymore
cuz i'm so tired of choking on
cigarette smoke at 3 am.
it's okay cuz i'm dying for a war--
i haven't hurt anyone for months
and i need it more than i ever have.
i hate the way you look at me like i'm guilty.
i regret every single thing she felt for me.
cleaning up piles of my dirty clothes
feels like so much work
and i cant be bothered to be hurt,
so i hide under my sheets at night
praying to nothing it'll be alright.