| I've been meaning to ask you how life looks from the nose bleed seats | |
| and to ask you how it feels to bleed | |
| Your life's a waste and the way that I'll ask it | |
| will have revenge woven throughout | |
| but will be masked with the concern that a friend would bring | |
| You're so incomplete | |
| Hold a mirror to show just what you've become | |
| and read your diary to figure out where things went wrong | |
| I don't think I'll ever understand | |
| how a cowardly cat can call himself a man | |
| You're all show and it's getting old | |
| As for the rest of us | |
| we'll do fine with what we have | |
| making the best of what is left | |
| And you're a naysayer | |
| who will never know what it's like | |
| to really have half a life | |
| I've been meaning to harm you | |
| in the best way that I see fit | |
| I'm not sure if this did the trick | |
| but I think It did | |
| Hold a mirror to show just what you've become | |
| and read your eulogy to figure out where things went wrong | |
| I hope one day you understand | |
| that a girl on your arm won't make you a man | |
| Keep walking down your shallow lonely road | |
| It's dark and cold and it's yours and yours alone | |
| If you dig too deep | |
| are you scared you'll find something? | |
| Spoonfuls of shit will surely add up | |
| Inside you're begging for a cure for your disease | |
| Your life's a crime scene and it won't help to blame it on me | |
| As for the rest of us | |
| we'll do fine with what we have | |
| making the best of what is left | |
| And you're a naysayer | |
| who will never know what it's like | |
| to really have half a life |