Unsubstantiated Rumors Are Good Enough For Me (To Base My Life Upon)

Do you want to talk about it?
Do you think you'd understand?
How things could get so fucked up?
With such good, such good intentions?

And if, if roofs in the sky
Held by the gravity of nothing
An ironic and literal
Making of a bed
You know, you could walk away
But there is a reason to stay

They make bad, bad jokes
It's okay not to laugh
For every push forward
You get the same fucking push back

You had, you had no where to go
So you, so you found some place
You had, you had nothing to say
You start lying

What the fuck were you thinking?
I'm not sorry
I'd do it all again
All the lines between hate, love, and revenge
It's just dead, it's dead, it's dead
It's just dead feelings