Dead Letter Songtext
Don’t you ever think you’re hurting me
I cried on the day I was alive
And every year unto it seems
The cute spittoon in someone else’s dream
No wonder I keep mimicking
“If that’s the hole then I’m the goal”
You really haven’t been a friend, even a choice
And now your end will read; online only version
I cried on the day I was alive
And every year unto it seems
The cute spittoon in someone else’s dream
No wonder I keep mimicking
“If that’s the hole then I’m the goal”
You really haven’t been a friend, even a choice
And now your end will read; online only version
Can you give up that cow?
The timing caught you out
And don’t pretend you couldn’t count
But give it a whoopty-doo
From my dead Grandma to you
You’ll need it in Committal Room
As we live on god awful days
We tried to speak so many ways
But you gave ‘em crab mentality
“It can’t begin if I can’t win”
It’s such a cruel escape, to feel whatever you say
Your automatic song; sounds of centrist gonorrhoea
It’s no co-inky dink, the kids having more fun
Now you must own your shit
Dying feels so much better
You could’ve made your point
Anyone could agree
But that’s a door for you
The timing caught you out
And don’t pretend you couldn’t count
But give it a whoopty-doo
From my dead Grandma to you
You’ll need it in Committal Room
As we live on god awful days
We tried to speak so many ways
But you gave ‘em crab mentality
“It can’t begin if I can’t win”
It’s such a cruel escape, to feel whatever you say
Your automatic song; sounds of centrist gonorrhoea
It’s no co-inky dink, the kids having more fun
Now you must own your shit
Dying feels so much better
You could’ve made your point
Anyone could agree
But that’s a door for you
