You came out slinging mud
With lips exactly as loose as we expected.
You're sinking along with us.
It's so aptly nautical.
Look what you Gave
And what you thought you were owed:
No Quarter for all of it.

Oceans of wrecks in a world of cliche.

You've got your audience.
You've got your choir
To which you evangelize
Dressed up adversity.
But you are no Abraham
And you are no Gregory.
Your blood is counterfeit
And you're lying through your teeth.

Oceans of wrecks in a world of cliche.
Mountains of mess but I still don't regret the day.

This means more to me than anything you fake,
Anyone you string along and any high you take.
This means more to me than anything you know
And everything you claim to sacrifice all for the show.

You've got me figured out.
Looks like you saw right through the smoke and mirrors,
Blindfolds and sleight of hand.
So we all just move ahead,
Passive agressive.
Let's pretend this never happened.

Oceans of wrecks in a world of cliche.
Mountains of mess but I still don't regret the day.
Friendship means more than alcohol and weed.

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