You're the roses in Tompkins Square Park Four smiles And Mile's favorite dive bar And I'm really to lie on my faith for a few But it doesn't get me too far There's something in the air Hanging over our heads I can sense-sense you 'Cause I wish I was dead I'd rather die than let you go And you'll die before you let me But you make me so unhappy Yeah, you make me so unhappy, yeah You Yeah you Yeah you Oh-oh Yeah you Butterflying in my bedroom But you lay down so comfortable somehow And I wish I didn't have to lax like a bitch But you really can't seem to take a fucking hint So I'll spell it out that I know what you did But I can't say the words 'cause I'm scared like a kid I'd rather die than let you go And you'll die before you rot me But you make me so unhappy Yeah, you make me so unhappy, yeah You Yeah you Yeah you Oh-oh Yeah you You are so stupid You're so lame You're just like him You're all the same You make me sick You make me laugh Treat me like shit Treat me like trash I wanna go Oh, with you I wanna go Yeah, you! Yeah you