Half a year and here you are again
I'd go out in public if nobody ever asked
I sit home and drink alone
And hope that bottle speaks
Like you, like us, like me

Half a year again, now it's a whole [bad word] stationery from you on the wall
And I sit home and plead the throne
To speak to speak to me, to me, to me
Hasn't said a single thing

You're probably too busy with your work
Or am I just excusing you for leaving me alone?
There's nothing in these wooden drawers
To bring you back, or to keep me bored
I don't know what to do with me no more

Dear everyone I ever really knew,
I acted like an [bad word] so I could keep my edge on you
Ended up abusing even those I thought immune
I killed the kingdom with one move
And now it's time to move

Dear everybody that has paid to see my band
It's still confusing, we'll never understand
I acted like an [bad word] so my albums would never burn
But I'm hungry now, and scraps are dirty dirt
I'm hungry now, it's in the scraps of dirty dirt