I don't remember a single real thing about you
Just all of the sickness that you were supposed to see me through
And you're lucky as shit
The things I omit
'Cause you stole more of me than I'd care to admit
So I can't remember all of the fucked shit that you'd do
So fuck all your gold stars
The cherries in the backyard
No amount of sugar could sweeten such a bitter heart
And fuck your soft boy scam
The cowboy or the Tarzan
No amount of nail polish coulda paint you a good man
Man
It's late at night when the sprinklers turn on as I'm leaving
And I don't know why every time I'm with you I lose feeling
I was already sick
When you called me your fix
Then I pushed mine aside to make room for your shit
I've spent life holding other people's aches in safe keeping
So fuck all your gold stars
The cherries in the backyard
No amount of sugar could sweeten such a bitter heart
And fuck your soft boy scam
The cowboy or the tarzan
No amount of nail polish coulda paint you a good man
Man
Man
Man
Man
Man
Man
Man
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