Have the decency to bury me
if you're going to kick me dead.
This is uplifting instrumental music for people who
need a good talking to;
find something new to hate,
find something else to fill your plate.
Maybe you'd like me again if I went back to the bottle.
Maybe you'd like me again if I went back to being miserable.
We could be unhappy together,
we could be drunk together,
we could be punk together,
we could be friends again.
Just when you think you've dusted off your ghosts,
new ones form to take their place.
Well I'm old enough to know
I've never been much of a fan of the aftertaste.
You are a bunch of
metaphors and similes (in someways)
tucked away in
passive aggressive failed poetry,
but you don't deserve a second of bad mouthing,
you don't deserve even a crow call to your name.
I'll leave your tongue for the coasts.
I'll leave your words for the toasts.
Enemies come and enemies go,
some burn dull enough just to fade away.
I can't wait to see you fade away.
Just when you think you've dusted off the ghosts,
new ones form to take their place.
Well I'm old enough to know
I've never been much a fan of the aftertaste.
I wanna see you hate who you were,
I wanna see you hate yourself for what you've done.
Your mother was right
you are the bastard type
and I won't fuel the fire that keeps you warm.
You've given me more
than a chip on my shoulder,
I've got enough anger to fight this whole war.
If you want to be missed
you can't live like this
get out while you can, I'll call when I care.
Just when you think you've dusted off the ghosts,
new ones form to take their place.
Well I'm old enough to know
I've never been much a fan of the aftertaste.
There are people that will make you bitter,
angry, entirely for the rest of your life,
and there are people that will willingly
warm your cold bones so you can finally sleep a night.
I need something new to obsess over
I need something new to obsess over