Unsubstantiated Rumors..

Well do you wanna talk about it, Do you think you'd understand, How things can get so f**ked 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. For every push forward, you get the same f**king push back. You had, you had nowhere to go, so you, so you found someplace, you had, you had nothing to say you start lying What the f**k 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, they're just dead feelings.