Did you used to believe?
I was feeling the same way,
Squeezing dreams out of a fucking sound.
They stick around, they go away,
But none of you know a fucking thing about me.
Just go away she's fucking dead,
I said she's fucking dead!
My love stopped her breathing.
Now I'm chucking rocks at the fucking glass,
Because her love stopped breathing life into me,
And the songs that she sings are as dead as nails on the fucking shelf.
What happened to the times we stayed up all night and fucking fight?
Those were the days, dear, forgive me for holding on.
I was thinking about the times when no one cared,
And how you hated everything I fucking loved.
I don't give a fuck about any of you,
You'll come and go but you'll never mean a thing to her.
I loved the way she fucking sang in my headphones.
Current Mood: uncomfortable
Current Music: Carry On