You’re just like a knife to the heart
you’re just like a friend, a sad-singer
writing bitter words
but the feelings don’t get any better
breaktime for the unemployed
a resignation for the chronically annoyed
don’t it make you feel
like you don’t belong here
Writing notes on little yellow papers
but the fact is you’re never coming back again
and all the times that i tried to make you stay
but you still went away
and now you’re never coming back again
Sending me to litigation
starving yourself for attention
you’re the winner of this loser parade
giving advice when you don’t know shit
chose your words before they come out again
don’t it make you feel like you’ve been here before?
