The sun in the sky, the trees in the forest just where they belong but there's nothing for you here So just pack your shit and disappear Pure disappointment you're a fucking conformist Your ego's enormous so feelings are nowhere near Your intentions, babe, were very clear
Thought I could trust you You opened me up to making everything like new but it's just the same old shit without you So good for nothing don't make the assumption that I only wanted to be amused Now the thought of talking to you has as much as appeal as a used up tissue