That's some art you've got there, talk sh** on all your friends for things they don't deserve
That first verse was written like it was meant to hurt
Casualties kept in a tally of friends
By the margins of the words you've written
Isn't that embarra**ing?
How everyone knows all the things you think
But not the courage to speak them
Not everything will be forgiven
That's some art you've got there, talk sh** on all your friends for things they never did
They just exist in your head
You criticized those that sell
Then you wrote some hooks yourself
Well, isn't that embarra**ing?
How everyone knows all the things you think
But not the courage to speak them
Not everything will be forgiven
So me and her and him and Meehan cling to our desks
Like we're standing on a cliff
And the spectators below are close friends you've hurt
And they stand there with their faces looking up
And the winds lift their words as one
They're all screaming "jump"
Drive off three girls in three minutes
Not everything will be forgiven
Next time, dig your own grave
With the things you say
Not everything will be forgiven
Talk sh** about your friends
For things they never did