Call the bastard up and buy him lunch
Let's talk about the future
How I've grown to feel so little love
How you act like you don't understand
A short word with the lonesome balladeer
A long weekend all bent out of shape
A new self help book for each year
Annotating the path to my grave
I don't want to talk about the future, no
I don't care if I'm wasting my time
I've got no time to waste
And no will to participate
I've been wasting my whole life
And I'm so bored of being sad
It's not cool anymore
It's old and I'm bored
Shit's really not so bad
I created this hell
I have no one to blame but myself
If you romanticize misery
Brother you're gonna be miserable
I was dead, I was looking for companies
To sling shirts at the funeral
All the makings of a pacifist
Another hypocrite
Hippie weed-head
Throwing out the dogma and cash it in
We did the math on it
It wasn't happening
The villain arc of a wanted rogue
One of heavens tortured souls
With a cold heart
A white dwarf headed for a black hole
Sharpening my teeth on the bones of my old enemies
I'm over saying sorry and I'm
And I'm so bored of being sad
It's not cool anymore
It's old and I'm bored
Shit's really not so bad
I created this hell
I have no one to blame but myself
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