Sat around thought about it I don't need you anymore   I tried to keep it but you just leave it & you throw it out the    Door the one I met you at ten thousand times before you killed me      Slow to kill I sit still    Today is more fucked up than    I can remember back when the days were fun      But I still want to do something with you   But I won't make any of this come true   My new theory always helps me pull right through