If you’re going to kick me dead
This is uplifting instrumental music for people who
Need a good talking to;
Find something new to hate
Find something else to fill your plate
Maybe you’d like me again if I went back to the bottle
Maybe you’d like me again if I went back to being miserable
We could be unhappy together
We could be drunk together
We could be punk together
We could be friends again
Just when you think you’ve dusted off your ghosts
New ones form to take their place
Well I’m old enough to know
I’ve never been much of a fan of the aftertaste
You are a bunch of
Metaphors and similes (in someways)
Tucked away in
Passive aggressive failed poetry
But you don’t deserve a second of bad mouthing
You don’t deserve even a crow call to your name
I’ll leave your tongue for the coasts
I’ll leave your words for the toasts
Enemies come and enemies go
Some burn dull enough just to fade away
I can’t wait to see you fade away
Just when you think you’ve dusted off the ghosts
New ones form to take their place
Well I’m old enough to know
I’ve never been much a fan of the aftertaste
I wanna see you hate who you were
I wanna see you hate yourself for what you’ve done
Your mother was right
You are the bastard type
And I won’t fuel the fire that keeps you warm
You’ve given me more
Than a chip on my shoulder
I’ve got enough anger to fight this whole war
If you want to be missed
You can’t live like this
Get out while you can, I’ll call when I care
Just when you think you’ve dusted off the ghosts
New ones form to take their place
Well I’m old enough to know
I’ve never been much a fan of the aftertaste
There are people that will make you bitter
Angry, entirely for the rest of your life
And there are people that will willingly
Warm your cold bones so you can finally sleep a night
I need something new to obsess over
I need something new to obsess over
Have the decency to bury me If you’re going to kick me dead This is uplifting instrumental music for people who Need a good talking to; Find something new to hate Find something else to fill your plate Maybe you’d like me again if I went back to the bottle Maybe you’d like me again if I went back to being miserable We could be unhappy together We could be drunk together We could be punk together We could be friends again Just when you think you’ve dusted off your ghosts New ones form to take their place Well I’m old enough to know I’ve never been much of a fan of the aftertaste You are a bunch of Metaphors and similes (in someways) Tucked away in Passive aggressive failed poetry But you don’t deserve a second of bad mouthing You don’t deserve even a crow call to your name I’ll leave your tongue for the coasts I’ll leave your words for the toasts Enemies come and enemies go Some burn dull enough just to fade away I can’t wait to see you fade away Just when you think you’ve dusted off the ghosts New ones form to take their place Well I’m old enough to know I’ve never been much a fan of the aftertaste I wanna see you hate who you were I wanna see you hate yourself for what you’ve done Your mother was right You are the bastard type And I won’t fuel the fire that keeps you warm You’ve given me more Than a chip on my shoulder I’ve got enough anger to fight this whole war If you want to be missed You can’t live like this Get out while you can, I’ll call when I care Just when you think you’ve dusted off the ghosts New ones form to take their place Well I’m old enough to know I’ve never been much a fan of the aftertaste There are people that will make you bitter Angry, entirely for the rest of your life And there are people that will willingly Warm your cold bones so you can finally sleep a night I need something new to obsess over I need something new to obsess over Explain Request ×
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