||[Apr. 24th, 2006|09:45 pm]
|||||seventy times seven - brand new||]|
Back in school they never taught us what we needed to know,
like how to deal with despair, or someone breaking your heart.
For twelve years I've held it all together but a night like this is begging to pull me apart.
I played it quiet, left you deep in conversation.
I felt uncool and hung out around the kitchen.
I remember I kept thinking that I know you never would,
and now I know I want to kill you like only a best friend could.
So don't apologize. I hope you choke and die.
Search your cell for something with which to hang yourself.
They say you need to pray if you want to go to heaven
but they don't tell you what to say when your whole life has gone to hell.
Everyone's caught on to everything you do
So, is that what you call a getaway?
Tell me what you got away with
cause I've seen more spine in jellyfish.
I've seen more guts in eleven-year-old kids.
Have another drink and drive yourself home.
I hope there's ice on all the roads.
And you can think of me when you forget your seatbelt,
and again when your head goes through the windshield.
And is that what you call tact?
You're as subtle as a brick in the small of my back.
So let's end this call, and end this conversation.
and is that what you call a getaway?
well tell me what you got away with.
cause you left the frays from the ties you severed
when you say best friends means friends forever
I just want you to know that I can't wait for the moment I say "fuck you" to your face because you know you deserve it, and at least now I know you're not the weak piece of shit you made yourself to be, you can take a slap or two. One for every time I cried because of your lie.
You guys who don't know what I'm talking about.. She's not worth explaining, and forgive the swearing. If you knew, you'd understand