Don't pretend that you don't know me
Or if you mean to offend me
That you're doing pretty well
How convincingly you've shown me
The love I thought was built to last
Is now an empty shell
Things can only get better
What's around the corner, who can tell?
I'll build a little place just
north of heaven
I'm kinda tired of living
south of hell
Don't assume you can ignore me
You'd best hedge your bet
s in case I break it after all
And how contentiously
you've shown me
That all my aspirations were
so paltry and so small
Things can only get better
What's around the who can tell I'll build
a little place just north of heaven
I'm kind of tired of living south of now
Some mother's talking
about guns and roses
As if I give a fuck, unless I think they suck
I'm too preoccupied with my
memories of non -entities
Things can only get better
I'll build a little place just
north of heaven
I'm kind of tired of living
south of hell
I'm kind of tired of living
south of hell
I'm
I'm kind of tired of living