You don't say much of anything

When questioned of your whereabouts (your whereabouts)

And I just can't see through the evidence

It's evident

It's right in front of me in black and white and red

And I don't believe in much of anything

I'm glad I have people I call friends

If it was up to me I'd never have to miss you

It's for the better in the bitter end I guess you'd know the best

You have every right to be

This appalled with me

Join the club

I signed up a long time ago and I know how you fell

And when you decked me

You left me knocked out on the floor

I came to bloodied up, but you weren't around

I picked my teeth off the ground like they'd been there before

you don't say much of anything

when questioned of your whereabouts (your whereabouts)

and I just can't see through the evidence

it's evident

it's right fucking there in black and white and red