thought you'd be looking for the next in line to lovethen ignore put out and put away

and so you'd soon be leaving me along like I'm supposed to betonight, tomorrow and everyday



there's nothing here that you'll miss

I can guarantee you this is a cloud of smoke

trying to occupy space

what a fucking joke, what a fucking joke



I waited for a bus to separate the both of usand take me off far away from you'cause my feelings never change a bit I always feel like shitI don't know why I guess that I just do



you once talked to me about loveand you painted pictures of a never-neverlandand I could've gone to that place

but I didn't understand

I didn't understand

I didn't understand