Words of Wisdom 

She eyes me like a pisces when I am weak
I've been locked inside your Heart-Shaped box for a week
I was drawn into your magnet tar pit trap
I wish I could eat your cancer when you turn back



It's so relieving to know that you're leaving as soon as you get paid
It's so relaxing to hear you're asking wherever you get your way
I's so soothing to know that you'll sue me, this is starting to sound the
same
I miss the comfort in being sad


In her false withness, we hope you're still with us, to see if they gloar or
drown
Our favorite paitent, A display of patience, disease-covered Puget Sound
She'll come back as fire, to burn all the liars, and leave a blanket of ash
on the ground I miss the comfort in being sad