oh you say you don't know me
oh what you gonna do, what what you gonna do
I don't dream I don't fight no I don't try

So you act like chief maybe that'll get you through

how can you be mean and loving at the same time? how is it that you make me feel sick because maybe, just maybe, if I puke my guts out some of the bad stuff will disappear down the drain too and only the good, what's worth noticing, will be left? how is it that you make me cry just by looking? How is it that I CAN'T JUST FUCKING MOVE ON?

Oh but you know, it's not like moving away just makes me forget