I'm over songs that start with questions,
what the fuck is wrong with you,
are you kidding me, what did you do...
so here's a new statement,
a fun fact for your encyclopedia
or a line from your theater of cruelty
you're a liar
you're a hypocrite
I'd love to care but find myself cold and unfeelingI
'd love to listen to your every word, dear
And hear you spill out all your thoughts from all these years
But well, look at the time
Seems I'm all out of that, that box of bandaids is all run out
Here's a box of memories and all these snapshots
All the spaces that we fought
You sent me on a scavenger hunt to find the real you but you saw it in every mirror you plastered your face to
I seriously considered putting your skull through
All the glass I've exploded into.