Black eyes and blacker hearts   Make for a shitty wedding day   There was no denying it was in the cards   But we denied it anyway   Few letters and fewer calls   I wish I dind't give a shit   Midnight movies and walks through malls   And you can bet that they'll be missed   I wet the bed, the hooker got mad   I said "Shut up, you're not my dad   Don't tell me what to do    I'll piss on what I like   Incuding you"   Beer bottles and half-priced green are littered on the floor   I can't recall how long it's been since you walked out that door   Skulls and hearts and razorblades,   They clutter up my dreams   And that's just fine   I've no complaints besides undying screams   I wet the bed, the hooker got mad   I said "Shut up, you're not my dad   Don't tell me what to do    I'm pissed off at you"   I wet the bed, I didn't care   Nothing to eat, no clothes to wear   You couldn't tell me what to do   I'm pissed off, and I like it   Thank god for you