Misery is all we know lately
Saturdays are all the same
Sympathy is overrated
Like a snapshot when you’ve lost the game
Now its all a funeral
I’ve become a serial killer of us both.
No I don’t wanna get thrown in your ocean
Don’t try
You know that we already know it
its over.
Don’t forget to cry at your own burial.

Thinking of my 81st birthday
Every day this body goes to waste.
Remembering how I would raise an army
When we went back to your place.
Now its all a funeral
I’ve become a serial killer of us both.
No I don’t wanna get thrown in your ocean
Don’t try
You know that we already know it
its over.
Don’t forget to cry at your own burial.