Thanks for Nothing

Serve my head on a plate Pulp my heart with ill will I did trust you Let to lust you, to be duped Thanks for f**king nothing Serve my head on a plate Pulp my heart with ill will Sensed a mystique, turn to spent air Killed it dead Thanks for f**king nothing Scrap the depths to salvage something Thanks for f**king nothing Drained my all, then drop the bombshell True, we were not joined Our every feature spliced Though you rushed in and took a lead Three words spouted This contagion crossed all divides Caused a shift in protective focus Three words flouted Untimely end, I should've clicked A sensory cut-out A spoiling of the harmony Of which we were about I don't despise or demonize But I just know your form Walk right out and move along And leap before you look Thanks for f**king nothing