Half a year and here you are again I'd go out in public if nobody ever asked I sit home and drink alone and hope that bottle speaks, like you, like us, like me
Half a year again, now it's a whole February stationery from you on the wall And I sit home and plead the throne to speak to speak to me to me, to me, hasn't said a single thing
You're probably too busy with your work Or am I just excusing you for leaving me alone? There's nothing in these wooden drawers to bring you back, or to keep me bored I don't know what to do with me no more
Dear Everyone I Ever Really Knew, I acted like an asshole so I could keep my edge on you Ended up abusing even those I thought immune I killed the kingdom with one move and now it's time to move
Dear Everybody That Has Paid to See My Band, it's still confusing, we'll never understand I acted like an asshole so my albums would never burn But I'm hungry now, and the scraps are dirty dirt I'm hungry now, it's in the scraps of dirty dirtTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
