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 meHalf a year again, now it's a whole
February stationary 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
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, to keep me bored
I don't know what to do with me no moreDear 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, I'll never understand
I acted like an asshole so my albums would never burn
I'm hungry now and scraps are dirty dirt
I'm hungry now and scraps are dirty dirt
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