Dead Letter

Don't you ever think you're hurting me I cried on the day I was alive And every year unto it seems The cute spittoon in someone else's dream No wonder I keep mimicking "If that's the hole then I'm the goal" You really haven't been a friend, even a choice And now your end will read; online only version Can you give up that cow? The timing caught you out And don't pretend you couldn't count But give it a whoopty-doo From my dead Grandma to you You'll need it in Committal Room As we live on god awful days We tried to speak so many ways But you gave 'em crab mentality "It can't begin if I can't win" It's such a cruel escape, to feel whatever you say Your automatic song; sounds of centrist gonorrhoea It's no co-inky dink, the kids having more fun Now you must own your shit Dying feels so much better You could've made your point Anyone could agree But that's a door for you You could've made your point Anyone could agree But that's a door, but that's a door for you You could've made your point Anyone could agree But that's a door, but that's a door, but that's a door for you You could've made your point Anyone could agree But that's a door, but that's a door, but that's a door for you You could've made your point Anyone could agree But that's a door, but that's a door, but that's a door for you And you could've made that point For the more, I'd agree But that's a door, but that's a door, but that's a door for you