You’ve made what you’ve done to me seem like a celebration
You make every one of your ideas seem like a genius revelation
It’s not like I miss you and it’s not like I care
I’m actually pretty happy that you’re not right there

Exactly one more person hates you now
The blimp in your head flashes questions like how
All the hot air from the tanks must have leaked into your head
Cuz sometimes you look at me like you wish I was dead

You make insults seem like the most polite of compliments
You make the worst of results seem like they’re done with the best intent
And when I think that nothing else could possibly go wrong
I have to turn on the radio to the same old boring song


I’ve gotten sick of being your opening act
I’m fed up with hearing all your complaints behind my back
The pit of my stomach is twisted up in knots
But the way I look when I am hurt is something you’ve forgot

I’m going to bed
With a python in my sheets
After everything you’ve said
I bet you think that’s pretty neat



Lyrics submitted by BigD4u2nv70

Goodyear song meanings
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