I don't wanna talk about it,
I don't think you'd understand,
How things can get so f***** up
with such good, 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.
For every push forward, you get the same f****** push back.
and you had nowhere to go,
so you found someplace,
you had nothing to say
you start lying
just what the f*** 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, they're just dead feelings.
I don't think you'd understand,
How things can get so f***** up
with such good, 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.
For every push forward, you get the same f****** push back.
and you had nowhere to go,
so you found someplace,
you had nothing to say
you start lying
just what the f*** 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, they're just dead feelings.