Funeral For A Friend - Modern Excuse Of A Man lyrics

Island liver like we think that we’re “oh, so special” Like we’re owed the things that we can never quite hold on to Let me ask you something Do you think this weather suits you? Let me ask you something Do you think it suits you? So if I see you and your words fail to connect with mine Let me be the first to apologize For every f**ing thing that I haven’t done or will do So you can quietly walk on by Into a distant memory where I will lock you up And throw away the key We’re sick of playing these sh**ty games I’m sick of playing these sh**ty games