I don't wanna hang around the graveyard, waiting for something dead to come back.
I know you think you got one up on me, bet you can see something I can't.
It's not love, it's just adornment, bathroom wall graffiti, A cliché sprayed on a t-shirt, fortune-cookie poetry.
I don't wanna waste a high hanging around some place I never was.
Of all the reasons to feel hateful, you're the best of them.
You treat me like a boyfriend, some dumb fucking boyfriend.
Lie to me, right through me
Writer(s): INGE ROLF JOHANSSON, THOMAS JAMES GABEL, JAMES ROBERT BOWMAN, ADAM DAVID WILLARD
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