this thing of our's is walking the plank,
i got off the ship before it sank,
and for all i care you could fucking plummet,
cuz your cut throat ways i can't fucking stomach
up's and down's and no ones around,
i'd like to speak but who would hear a sound?
who would hear a fucking sound?
so now i choke on every word that i said to your pretty face,
like when i said that no one better,
no one better could take your place,
so now i try to erase all the memories and past mistakes,
my worst fucking inventions came from my best fucking intentions
and i still have a million questions,
but only you can make me so fucking miserable
yet so happy at the same fucking time,
so when i tell you everything is fine,
it's only half a lie, so when i tell you everything is fine,
it's only half a fucking lie....YOU fucked this up