When nothing else remains but bruise and blame Now begins the game With you climbing to hide in your sophistry And clever me calling "oxenfree" Till you get caught at being you
You've got that look again withdrawn and spent Such a pretty thing When you slip into sack-cloth and ashen skin Your frozen whim sprawling on a pin When you get caught at being you
You don't even know the first thing about regret I might even forgive you forget about forget I'm checking my diary i think that i've heard this all before
You'll stay the way you've always been You beautiful and selfish shit You should have been a pair of pairs Of ragged paws upon the doghouse floor
