Take your cynicism and shove it in a cedar chest
We'll call it a coffin and you can crawl right in
You were so dead wrong
You were a lie on tip of a mute tongue
Nobody's listening
Nobody cares
And no one believes you
No one believes any of this
I've got something to make you cry
And I'll give you more reasons to pretend to kill yourself
(I wish you would)
(I wish you would)
I just wish you would go ahead and fuck up and send your veins' memories coursing out along the cracks of a tiled bathroom floor
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