Unsubstantiated Rumors Are Good Enough for Me to Base My Life Upon

Well, do you want to talk about it?

Do you think you'd understand?

How things can get so fucked up

With such good, such good intentions

And if, if roofs turn to sky, held by the gravity of nothing

An ironic and literal making of a bed

You know, you can walk away

But there is a reason to stay

They make bad, bad jokes, it's okay not to laugh

And for every push forward, you get the same fucking push back

You had, you had nowhere to go, so you, so you found some place

You had, you had nothing to say, you start lying

What the fuck were you thinking?

I'm not sorry, I'd do it all again

All the lines between hate, love, and revenge

It's just dead, it's dead, it's dead, just dead feelings