That's some art you've got there
Talk shit on all your friends for things they don't deserve
That first verse was written like it was meant to hurt
Casualties kept in a tally of friends by he margins of the words you've written
Isn't that embarrassing?
To have everyone know all the things you think, but not the courage to speak them
Listen, not everything will be forgiven
That's some art you've got there,
Talk shit on all your friends for things they never did
They just exist in your head
You criticized those that sell, then wrote some hooks yourself
So me and her and him and Meehan cling to our desks like we're standing on a cliff
And the spectators below are all close friends you've hurt
They stand there with their faces looking up
The winds lift their words as one
They're all screaming "jump"
Drive off three girls in three minutes
Listen, not everything will be forgiven
Next time dig your own grave with the things that you say