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I wish I had something new to tell you..
I wish I could say anything at all.
To make you go away (please don't leave.)
I know I fucked it up and I'll keep fucking up
It's easier to fuck it up than to break my balls by keeping up...
The same old shit served up brand new
Spastic fits just like a glove.
Here's another rhyme for you
Love Song for the Unloved.
Broken-hearted misery
Set to a 4/4 beat.
Dance away to my failed passions.
I can only drag my feet.
And when it rains, it pours like molten lead.
Aw hell, it pisses down my aching,
Throbbing head.
I'm bitter and I'm burned and
I ain't feeling too good.
But I'll get by or didn't you
fucking think I could?
I suppose I could say I'm sorry
Or tell you that I adore you
Even more than anyone
I ever adored, anyone before.
I could clutch at straws,
I could find a clause,
Or I could say goodnight...
I'll tell you anything I
Think you want to hear.
Too little, way too late.
I think we've made that pretty clear.
So I'll sing my sad sack tale
To the stupid and sublime.
They may not like it, but hell,
It's my fucking dime.