well you could go on with your life   but I would still stay pissed at you   you talk so loud you drown the sound   of everything in the room      we marched out onto that dark street   and stood there staring at the moon   you thought you were the smartest thing   that ever wore those ugly shoes      and I'd pay for you to have surgery   and have that fucking mouth sewn shut   and maybe while you're in those sheets   they could make you feel every goddamn cut      I'd like to think you've found a friend   but I know that won't ever happen   I guess you'll never figure out   how to grow up      well everyone you think you know   well they all really know the truth   so you might as well leave your mask   on the table of the booth      oh I think you know all the things you cause   why do you feel that this is necessary?   don't talk so loud, you'll break my thoughts   you were lucky once, but now this is all you've got   fill your pockets 'til there's no room left