The world is just as boring as you think Like losing baby teeth but with accompanying disease And I can't carry the Sun
So listen just as long as you're here Thin and decent so are we with our dependent means And I can't carry your arms, until November's gone
Stand with me, if only for a second because I can see you running to your hottest, nearest, whatever thoughts I know that you would never think to push me too But here we are again we can push each other to hell and back
You're plotting your own death And you don't even know it It is clear skies for your demise With no chance of hope Oh, the love is gone You threw it away You were always wrong Stuck in retrograde It just goes to show You'll never know A single thing about me
