Purgatory

He loves me, he loves me not
He left me in the corner like fruit to rot, oh
He hates me, he hates me, oh
That's why he said he'd die if I go

And if she truly meant nothing, then why would you return?
Those young girls that you entertain have a nasty lesson to learn

Nobody cares 'bout meaning anymore
Might as well read off a traveling brochure
'Cause nobody wants to hear the truth about their friends
These are my paradoxical two-cents

If you speak, if you do not
You're damned to be written off and forgot, oh
It's as if, it don't matter
They'll never take us serious with just our words

So I play the waiting game, no one likes a sob story
But I can't bear another day decaying in purgatory

Nobody cares 'bout meaning anymore
Might as well read off a traveling brochure
'Cause nobody wants to hear the truth about their friends
These are my paradoxical two-cents

If you loved me, why'd you use me
To get from point A to point B?
And if you hate me, don't try to save me
Just leave

So when word begins to slink about, and all the non believers
Slowly unhinge their jowls,
I won't be caught in a fever

'Cause nobody cares 'bout meaning anymore
Might as well read off a traveling brochure
'Cause nobody wants to hear the truth about their friends
These are my paradoxical two-cents

Nobody cares 'bout meaning anymore
Might as well read off a traveling brochure
'Cause nobody wants to hear the truth about their friends
These are my paradoxical two-cents

My paradoxical two-cents