The Deadly Syndrome Follow

This was poorly planned
And executed twice as bad
And now we're swapping stories 'cross the table
Yeah, it's rather sad
That mom would cry 'cause dad got mad
So she locked herself in a burnt out house
While wedding bells were ringing out
This was poorly wrote
It's a shipwreck note for note
Despite it's many flaws it has you smitten
You're blinded by a verse or two
Convinced they're all about you
But I'm drunk and just sittin',
Swingin' on your front porch singing
Keep it to yourself
Make your life a living hell
Die a little every day
Most people die that way
And when it all went wrong
You became a ghost
It's not as hard as you to pose for animals
Wearing clothes
Well now you know my tricks
I oversimplify a bit
And I break things down until they're small and friendly
Well that includes your heart
And like a rundown shopping cart
Goes creaking down the aisle
Throwing sparks and faking smiles
Keep it to yourself
Make your life a living hell
Die a little every day
Most people die that way
And when it all went wrong
You became a ghost
It's not as hard as you to pose for animals
Wearing clothes
Keep it to yourself
Make your life a living hell
Die a little every day
Most people die that way
And when it all went wrong
You became a ghost
It's not as hard as you to pose for animals
Wearing clothes