I guess you don't understand
There are some other ways
For you to still hurt me
In these fucked up days
Another words
You can't avoid to type
Remind me once again
You were not a hype
And then those links that artificially joined us
Just blew up: you're leaving, I felt nothing but relief, no tears
I'd wish I could understand
Why you needed to tell me
You'd been not ok
After we just met
Descendents "We"
London makes me cry
I'm like Jim Carrey
In "...the Spotless Mind"
So then I just realized there's something wrong with me
Tell me Jim: is there an ending after so long? I don't know
So I feel I'm Melvin in the new NOFX video
Most of the time surrounded by this crowd
That I don't care for that much
Thoreau on opium at Sol on New Years Eve
Then I just try to hide myself
Then I just try to hide myself on drugs
And I find myself with a nice girl
With barely any chances to intimate, I'm done before it starts
A not funny Hank Moody in California
Just fucking with the pain of missing
Just fucking with the pain of missing you
It's ok, just check my new reissue!