Don't Tell Me Stupid, Don't Show Me Fuck You

I can't stand the cold
It cuts to the bone
And you can't wear good intentions

What's plan B for mice and men?
When your best laid plans have shit the bed?
We'll survive on the lies we're fed
'Cause you can't eat promises

Will we
Even live to see the end?

Posters of peeling paint
The walls, the floors, they all seem the same
And any difference
Feels insignificant

Will we
Even live to see the end?

It's an arrangement
That tends to disappoint
We're not misinformed
We just miss the point

The silence grows
Turn up the stereo
Anything to break the tension

It's an arrangement
That tends to disappoint
We're not misinformed
We just miss the point

Will we
Even live to see the end?



Credits
Writer(s): Jason Lubrano
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