And I love girls
but only only ones that make me sad
and I love friends
the ones that try to make me mad
and they succeed with flying colors
they'd all fuck each others mothers just for laughs

Now I taste blood
and it's actually not that bad
it's in my throat
guess I've been singing maybe just a tad too much
I overcompensate for a shitty voice and lack of taste
with screaming

So stick out your tongue and go say what you want
cause it's the end of the world
And hold up your head and be proud that you still are not dead

Personally, and dear I know you don't agree,
but all these memories are here to fuck with me
and so they fuck with me, and not consensually,
and so that is rape

By now I'm sure that you hate me
Like the way a thalassophobian hates the pacific sea
or like how an illiterate hates his ABC's
and how everyone hates their STD's
and how I hate you

So stick out your tongues and go say what you want
cause it's the end of the world
And hold up your head and be proud that you still are not dead


Lyrics submitted by jmjoester8

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