Were you being ugly? When you were writing songs about your friends Are they still your buddies Do you think that you can call on them again I know this hurts I can feel it in my stomach The grounds are cursed The water is black The golden rule Was always made of plastic So melt it down Melt it down You were always funny I miss the way you used to make me laugh Drown a bee in honey Too much of a good thing is a trap I know this hurts I can feel it in my stomach The grounds are cursed The water is black The golden rule Was always made of plastic So melt it down Melt it down