Grave Robber
Spare me the burden of getting off and getting out the door,
The fruit was ripe, and yet, I couldn't taste it anymore.
You thought you knew me, what a mistake!
I broke your heart on our second date...
It's not a good time to retaliate, I'm made of string
And it's unraveling.
I'm not too smart and yet I know a couple secrets,
If I were smart then I would find a way to believe them,
But there's nothing left to dance around,
There's nothing to avoid.
I don't even feel love anymore,
Just a bandaid in a void.
I get so sad and it feels like I'm pretending,
I start to plan out a new unhappy ending.
Will the world even turn if my mind stops spinning around?
You said no, but how could you know what it's like
To have a brain six feet under ground.
I want to drown you in the spit between my teeth,
Spit out the words I bet you thought I couldn't speak.
And you said "no strings attached",
I plucked the ones you couldn't see
And became more proficient in my musical degree.
I get so sad and it feels like I'm pretending,
I start to plan out a new unhappy ending.
Will the world even turn if my mind stops spinning around?
You said no, but how could you know what it's like
To have a brain six feet under ground.
It makes me mad, it rubs me wrong, it makes me squirm,
The way you hurt is different than the way I hurt.
So I stuff my socks with [gold?] and get a seat upon the ride,
And then I quickly died of boredom from the service you provide.
The fruit was ripe, and yet, I couldn't taste it anymore.
You thought you knew me, what a mistake!
I broke your heart on our second date...
It's not a good time to retaliate, I'm made of string
And it's unraveling.
I'm not too smart and yet I know a couple secrets,
If I were smart then I would find a way to believe them,
But there's nothing left to dance around,
There's nothing to avoid.
I don't even feel love anymore,
Just a bandaid in a void.
I get so sad and it feels like I'm pretending,
I start to plan out a new unhappy ending.
Will the world even turn if my mind stops spinning around?
You said no, but how could you know what it's like
To have a brain six feet under ground.
I want to drown you in the spit between my teeth,
Spit out the words I bet you thought I couldn't speak.
And you said "no strings attached",
I plucked the ones you couldn't see
And became more proficient in my musical degree.
I get so sad and it feels like I'm pretending,
I start to plan out a new unhappy ending.
Will the world even turn if my mind stops spinning around?
You said no, but how could you know what it's like
To have a brain six feet under ground.
It makes me mad, it rubs me wrong, it makes me squirm,
The way you hurt is different than the way I hurt.
So I stuff my socks with [gold?] and get a seat upon the ride,
And then I quickly died of boredom from the service you provide.
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Writer(s): Andrew Nussbaum
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