Thanks for Nothing

Serve my head on a plate Pulp my heart with ill will I did trust you, led to lust you, to be duped Thanks for fucking nothing! Serve my head on a plate Pulp my heart with ill will Sensed a mystique, turned to spent air? Killed it dead Thanks for fucking nothing Scraped the depths to salvage something Thanks for fucking nothing Drained my all, then dropped the bombshell True, we were not joined/ our every feature spliced Though you rushed in and took a lead Three words spouted This contagion Crossed all divides Caused a shift in protective focus Three words flouted Untimely end, I should've clicked? a sensory cut-out A spoiling of the harmony, of which we were about I don't despise or demonize, but I just know your form Walk right out and move along, and leap before you look Thanks for fucking nothing!