Half a year and here you are again
I'd go out in public if nobody ever asked
I sit home and drink alone
And hope that bottle speaks
Like you, like us, like me
Half a year again, now it's a whole
February stationery from you on the wall
And I sit home and plead the throne
To speak to speak to me, to me, to me
Hasn't said a single thing
You're probably too busy with your work
Or am I just excusing you for leaving me alone?
There's nothing in these wooden drawers
To bring you back, or to keep me bored
I don't know what to do with me no more
Dear everyone I ever really knew,
I acted like an a**hole so I could keep my edge on you
Ended up abusing even those I thought immune
I k**ed the kingdom with one move
And now it's time to move
Dear everybody that has paid to see my band
It's still confusing, we'll never understand
I acted like an a**hole so my albums would never burn
But I'm hungry now, and scraps are dirty dirt
I'm hungry now, it's in the scraps of dirty dirt