I'm sorry you're unamused
And practically asleep when
I tell you how I feel
About anything, anytime
Anyways I don't wanna linger
On my pointless, pissed off, woe is me rapport
What do I know
I've been settling
In this one bedroom disease
Social life murder suicide
Crashed a party in the coulda-beens
Shoulda spent the last year
Meaning one f*cking word I said
That's what I get
That's what I get
In the mouse trap
With my eyes closed
I know you put me here
But I felt for it
My hysteria dissolves
In the sweet spot on your tongue
Like how we shared everything
To split the guilt, to pass the weeks