Deer

Half a year and here you are again I'd go out in public if nobody ever asked I sit home and drink alone and hope that bottle speaks Like you, like us, like me Half a year again, now it's a whole February stationery from you on the wall And I sit home and plead the throne to speak, to speak to me To me, to me, hasn't said a single thing You're probably too busy with your work Or am I just excusing you for leaving me alone? There's nothing in these wooden drawers To bring you back, or to keep me bored I don't know what to do with me no more Dear Everyone I Ever Really Knew I acted like an asshole so I could keep my edge on you Ended up abusing even those I thought immune I killed the kingdom with one move and now it's time to move Dear Everybody That Has Paid to See My Band It's still confusing, we'll never understand I acted like an asshole so my albums would never burn But I'm hungry now, and the scraps are dirty dirt I'm hungry now, it's in the scraps of dirty dirt