Triple Deke - Cake Eater Lyrics

The stigma of exclusiveness
Is burning through the threads
That we have slowly sewn over time
I'm not the only one to say, that it's pretty f*cking lame
And I wish it really wasn't this way

I'm not part of your club
Over romanticized
Time to redirect your time and realize
That this is only a chapter, it is not the end
So stop acting like your dog died

All alone
You took for granted what you called a home
All alone
You took for granted what you called a home

Emotions running high, trust me I understand
But moping around like this, has gotten out of hand
I'm sick of the pretending, like you sort of gave a shit
Call me a bitter asshole, guess what? I'll deal with it
I won't waste my tears on this

The stigma of exclusiveness
Is slowly burning through the threads
I'm not part of your little club
And I won't waste my tears on this