Tune: C Am F G C
You always leave, you alway run.
You think it's cool, you think it's fun.
The truth be told, it's not fun at all -
now you see yourself break and fall.
How does it feel now to be alone
knowing it is all your fault?
Your daddy cheated - then he left.
You loved your cat - your cat is dead.
You were betrayed by some school friend,
I think it was in the 7th grade.
You're floating around like an ice shelf.
Now see the ruins of your own self.
It felt so great, it felt so good
to be pretending cool and rude...
Now you want to talk? Go talk to priest.
You want some joy? Read 'A moveable feast'
You're froating around like an ice shelf.
You want some love? Go fuck yourself.
may, 2017