I wish I had something new to tell you
I wish I could say anything at all
To make you go away (please don't leave)
I know I fucked it up and I'll keep fucking up
It's easier to fuck it up than to break my balls by keeping up
The same old shit served up brand new
Spastic fits just like a glove
Here's another rhyme for you
Love Song for the Unloved
Broken-hearted misery
Set to a 4/4 beat
Dance away to my failed passions
I can only drag my feet
And when it rains, it pours like molten lead
Aw hell, it pisses down my aching,
Throbbing head
I'm bitter and I'm burned and
I ain't feeling too good
But I'll get by or didn't you
Fucking think I could?
I suppose I could say I'm sorry
Or tell you that I adore you
Even more than anyone
I ever adored, anyone before
I could clutch at straws,
I could find a clause,
Or I could say goodnight
I'll tell you anything I
Think you want to hear
Too little, way too late
I think we've made that pretty clear
So I'll sing my sad sack tale
To the stupid and sublime
They may not like it, but hell,
It's my fucking dime