I know it goes without saying but I hate your guts Spent a couple months, fucked around, came close to giving up Don't show up, right now I've grown older, I'm not that dumb now I'll tell you it's fine and I'll leave you to be You've got no right here to cry and I'm grinding my teeth for you I've got a lot to say But I'd rather not speak 'till your up at my grave The stupid look on my face You could take it back but I promise the damage won't be replaced I'll, move far so I don't have a care That's if I don't die before next year For the better or the worse I flipped my insides out and tried to make it work Won't it be fun when they find out Out through your door and through the gate your quiet speech is like a mouse Tell me, who is laughing now? There's so much for you to see I bite down and clench my teeth There's so much for you to see I'll be there, give me a week