[Verse 1]
How was the time spent a poor?
How was the time spent sleeping on your own?
How was the bitterness?
So sick, you had written my name out
And put it in stone
[Pre-Chorus]
And you don't cry at funerals anymore
And it makes you sick, oh god, how it makes you sick
[Chorus]
Someday, when I've said all my last words
I swear that I'll make things fair
[Verse 2]
I bet you wish that you looked this good
Doing things that you know that your heart never would
[Pre-Chorus]
And you don't cry at funerals anymore
And it makes you sick, oh god, how it makes you sick
[Chorus]
Someday, when I've said all my last words
I swear that I'll make things fair
[Bridge]
Call me a martyr, seems like a saint you less than know
That you don't even care
And you don't cry at funerals anymore
[Outro]
Can you ride it out?
Can you ride it out?
Can you ride it out?
And it makes you sick, oh god, how it makes you sick