Lletres: Arrogant Sons Of Bitches. Three Cheers For Disappointment. Kill The President.

what's the bullshit for
verbal battlefield
syllables of war

i shut myself off and it happens again
you're not my friend
you're not my friend
you're not my friend ... go

the winter knocked down my door
like a selfish bitch
i'm glad that you haven't got your wish
in the cold, all alone
i've been thinking of
everyone but you

and it feels like seventh grade again
and none of this will ever end
i'm just your public malcontent
another extraneous trend

don't try to be like me because
i'm not one to compete
just to obtain the status of a symbol
of idolatry

this time i'd really rather be alone
can we forget this, i can just go home
this time i'd really rather
be alone

acting unaffected by this hand of fate
saying everything's ok with a straight face
i remember when you said i could count on your for anything
and I still hold on

you'll hold off and play
another dumb charade again
i'm driving my car home and never
walking in the rain again

i miss the smell of taco bell and
places that we knew too well
driving me crazy
driving me crazy
driving me crazy
driving me crazy

this time i'd really rather be alone
can we forget this, i could just go home
this time i'd really rather be alone

i'm bleeding profusely from my insides
while you're smiling cause you're stealing all of my best lines
i'm doubled over
and I'm taking my own side

over and over again
i'm so useless
now you're becoming everything
Well was I ever anything

everyone i love always leaves me
my judgments been off every time
you're words will always still be mine

this time i'd really rather be alone
can we forget this, i could just go home
this time i'd really rather be alone

i'm bleeding profusely from my insides
while you're smiling cause you're stealing all of my best lines
i'm doubled over and i'm taking my own side

and now
i'll be slapped on crowded streets
and in some lame cry of defeat
i'll open up
i'll shout it loud
fuck that, turn off the new sound
i'll be slapped
on crowded streets
and in some lame cry of defeat
i'll open up
i'll shout it loud
fuck that, turn off the new sound (fuck that)
fuck that, turn off the new sound (fuck that)
fuck that, turn off the new sound

1234

over and over again
i'm so useless
now you're becoming everything
well was I ever anything

everyone i love always leaves me
my judgment's off this time
for the last time

no one in this world is ever listening
pay attention now (what's left beside me now)
pay attention now
no one in this worlds ever listening
pay attention
pay attention
pay attention now
better pay attention now now now now

at home alone again all night
(at home alone again all night)
expect the worst and you'll be right