Well, People Will Talk

You doing these poems,

I don't like the prose,

You don't know what you're talking about,

They show you indifference,

You think it's a rebuttal,

Ad patri just fucking around,

Hello, it's all too real.

I drove myself off to death,

Wondering about who you woke up with,

How much fun is it?

Takes a lot to exist,

A lot to admit,

What I'm feeling jealous about,

Cause all of your friends too there looking,

You joke around but oh, it's all too real.

I drove myself off to death

Wondering about who you woke up with.

I drove myself off to death,

Wondering about who you woke up with,

How much fun is it?

Everybody knows but me...