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[Verse] Well do you want to talk about it? Do you think you'd understand How things can get so f**ed up With such good, such good intentions And if, if roofs turn to sky, held by the gravity of nothing An ironic and literal making of a bed You can walk away, but there is a reason to stay They make bad bad jokes, it's okay not to laugh And for every push forward, you get the same f**ing push back You had, you had nowhere to go So you, so you found some place You had, you had nothing to say, you start lying [Hook] What the f** were you thinking? I'm not sorry... I'd do it all again All the lines between hate, love, and revenge It's just dead, it's dead, it's dead [Outro] Just dead feelings