Unsubstantiated Rumors Are Good Enough for Me to Base My Life Upon

I don’t want to talk about it
I don’t think you’d understand
How things can get so fucked up
With such good, good intentions
And 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 fucking push back
And you got nowhere to go
So you found some place
And you got nothing to say
You start lying
Just what the fuck 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
Just dead feelings