Thank You

Thanks for never being there Thanks for holding back my hair While I coughed up rotten meals Thanks for those Thanks for showing me what I'm not Thanks for cutting me while I bled out Thanks for dying in my dreams Really thanks for nothing You were such a lonely kid Cursing the teacher and doling out hits To your friends out waiting by the tire swing Thanks for bruising my arm Look, I'm tough, look, I can fight Thanks for stealing my car that night And leaving me afraid on the dark roadside King of loathing ghost or something Oh my buddy, thanks for nothing King of loathing ghost or something Oh my buddy, thanks for nothing Thanks for nothing, thanks for nothing Thanks for nothing, thanks for nothing Thanks for nothing, thanks for nothing Thanks for nothing, thanks for nothing Thanks for nothing, thanks for nothing Thanks for nothing, thanks for nothing Thanks for nothing, thanks for nothing