Favorite Excuse      Oh please rub your tongue against your teeth sharpen it for me if thats what you need to make a clean cut kick dirt in my face to cover my memory up kick away      But my eyebrows wont slant and my hands wont make fists I dont hate you at all just hate what you did but angers no trade for the things I will miss used to feel like a man when you slept with your head on my chest      The world seems so backwards sometimes we laugh at funerals and at weddings we cry      If I wanted you to keep me warm, I'd have to burn the lyrics that I wrote for you If I wanted your attention, I'd have to buy a twenty sack of your favorite excuse      You're only sorry cause you got caught and you're never happy cause you think you're not and a stories no good without a thickening plot so when the water finally settled you stirred it up you fucked it up      Your favor is fickle so you traded me cheap well who got the raw deal when we're both left nothing except for our vices to paint a smile on our face a cold bed like a casket where I dont sleep for days