All these misshapen figures that scatter these walls
All these alcoholic mothers that don’t know it’s their fault
See, life’s just a game if you lose then you’ve lost
and there’s no sense in bitching, what’s that gonna solve?
So sometimes I’m bitter when I write out my thoughts
and that’s not the way to deal with loss of love
I’m in love with myself but hate me more each day
I’m a hypocrite, I’m ironic, I’m an ass, I’m not phased
My favorite band sucks and my luck’s shit as fuck
but if I cared enough I’d be as dead as the hugs
that you give when you tell me someday I’ll be loved
by someone I deserve and not some bitch that sucks
God, if elementary advice helped to pick myself up
I’d be in luck but my luck’s shit as fuck.
I don’t need a fourth verse.
