[Spoken:] It's getting warm.
Well do you wanna talk about it,
Do you think you'd understand,
How things can get so f****d 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.
For every push forward, you get the same f*****g push back.
You had, you had nowhere to go,
so you, so you found someplace,
you had, you had nothing to say
you start lying
What the f**k 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.
