So here's the last one
For your collection
Don't forget to show it to your friends
The way you never would show me
And here's the suff that
I never said, 'cause
I was too afraid I'd lose you
Over and over and over and finally
No more feeling like I'm ugly
No more trying to make you love me
No more late nights spent alone
No more waiting by the phone
No more fake platonic bullshit
No more feeling like I've had it
No more sneaking making out
These are things that I could do without.
You say that the things that I like are for losers
But you are the one with the tastes of a twelve-year-old
Why don't you grow up and act your fucking age
You're ruining parties and being too violent
When problems arise you are painfully silent
You look like you've not bathed yourself in days.
So No more feeling like I'm ugly
No more trying to make you love me
No more late nights spent alone
No more waiting by the phone
No more fake platonic bullshit
No more feeling like I've had it
No more sneaking making out
These are things that I could do without.
I don't want to talk about metal, or comic books
I don't want to talk about metal, or sci-fi shows
I don't want to talk about metal, or shitty bands
I don't want to talk about metal.
I don't have to talk about metal anymore.
