Reach on down now sweetheart
Southern more like microphones
Pick up every breath
Every sigh
Every lovers moan and writhe
It's so exhausting
Every thing is such a drag
We wait for hours and still
Still laying down watching TV
Those spider veins on once perfect legs
Take a look at the mirror and pat yourself on the back
Cause you didn't let some sour prick
Bring you down
Enjoying being alive seperatly
Nothing wrong with getting along
In two different places
Without words
We all get older
And I still hate myself
Yet far less far less than before
And I hate you still
Yet far less vehemently
Than I did before
Why not just let it die?
Hows that for closure?
