Well do you want to talk about it?
 Do you think you'd understand,
 How things can get so [bad word] up 
 with such good, such good intentions
 And if, if roofs turn to sky, held by the gravity of nothing
 An ironic and literal making of a bed.
 You can walk away, but there is a reason to stay.
 They make bad bad jokes, it's okay not to laugh.
 And for every push foward, you get the same [bad word] push back.
 You had, you had nowhere to go
 so you, so you found some place.
 You had, you had nothing to say, you start lying.
 What the [bad word] were you thinking?
 I'm not sorry... I'd do it all again.
 All the lines between hate, love, and revenge
 It's just dead, it's dead, it's dead
 Just dead feelings.