That's some art you've got there, talk shit on all your friends for things they don't deserve That first verse was written like it was meant to hurt Casualties kept in a tally of friends By the margins of the words you've written Isn't that embarrassing? How everyone knows all the things you think But not the courage to speak them Not everything will be forgiven That's some art you've got there, talk shit on all your friends for things they never did They just exist in your head You criticized those that sell Then you wrote some hooks yourself Well, isn't that embarrassing? How everyone knows all the things you think But not the courage to speak them Not everything will be forgiven So me and her and him and Meehan cling to our desks Like we're standing on a cliff And the spectators below are close friends you've hurt And they stand there with their faces looking up And the winds lift their words as one They're all screaming "jump" Drive off three girls in three minutes Not everything will be forgiven Next time, dig your own grave With the things you say Not everything will be forgiven Talk shit about your friends For things they never did