Lyrics:

Well do you want to talk about it
Do you think you'd understand
How things can get so fucked up
With such good, such good intentions
And if, if roofs turn to sky
Held by the gravity of nothing
An ironic
And literal
Making
Of a bed
You know
You can walk away
But there is
A reason to stay

They make bad, bad jokes
It's okay not to laugh
And for every push forward
You get the same fucking push back
You have, you have nowhere to go
So you, so you found someplace
You have, you have nothing to say
You start lying

What the fuck
Were you thinking
I'm not sorry
I'd do it all again
All the lines between
Hate, love, and revenge
It's just dead, it's dead, it's dead
The just dead feelings