| all your friends have gone away | |
| but that's okay - they're dead anyway | |
| Mrs. Perfect has grown so fat | |
| and Mr. Perfect won't take off his hat | |
| and all the things you hide behind | |
| are all the things I left behind | |
| and we'll miss you so much | |
| burn bridges I have made | |
| drop all collected names | |
| turn your back, walk again | |
| to the people I call friends |