I'm tired of the little comments that you make Whenever things don't seem to work out right I hope that maybe one day you will understand Then everything will probably be alright But that could never be farther from the truth I just wanted to let you know The spiders in your bedroom call you by your middle name And ask your sister for the spare key to your home I guess I'm sorry for what you have put yourself through Even if I may not fully understand Why you need a box of matchsticks and a jug of gasoline To find a way to send a message to your band I'm sick of making up the words to make it by You need to teach yourself to get along The reason for this treason is so obvious to me Is it enough to just admit that you were wrong But that could never be farther from the truth I just wanted to let you know The spiders in your bedroom call you by your middle name And ask your sister for the spare key to your home I guess I'm sorry for what you have put yourself through Even if I may not fully understand Why you need a box of matchsticks and a jug of gasoline To find a way to send a message to your band