I don’t wanna rhyme these words
Or strum these chords
Then lead the chorus and the verse.
And I don’t wanna make amends,
Or save these friends
Who left me when I needed them.
I can just hear your voice,
A siren on a hearse,
Letting death ricochet off the ones who hurt most.
I can’t just play along
And right these wrongs
Then plead with placation when the sparks gone.
I can’t answer your calls,
In the dark of my car,
When I’m parked by your house with the lights all turned off.
Feed my obsession.
Fill me up till I’m miserable.