For Sad Strange Little Men

Here's to the dads that don't admit that they're wrong
I happen to have a good one, so he's not in this song
I hope you fucking know you treat your daughters like shit
And then they come to me and cry
Because they have to live with it
You should learn from someone kinder
Someone wiser than yourself
She is painting masterpieces
While you're touching yourself

And we are the promises that we didn't keep
We are the promises that we didn't keep
And we are the sum of the parts we don't wanna see
We are the sum of the parts we don't wanna see

Here's to the lobbyists who don't care about death
They think they can beat it with the gold on their neck
If the city's on fire and they talk their way out
Like diamonds, and smokestacks, and a shit-eating mouth
A toast to the workers we keep from coming to their senses
And a knife under the pillow, in case they want higher wages

And we are the promises that we didn't keep
We are the promises that we didn't keep
And we are the sum of the parts we don't wanna see
We are the sum of the parts we don't wanna see

And welcome to the main event
The one you've all been waiting for
The writer turns the pen on his emaciated neck
The fact is I'm a sad little person with huge impossible dreams
And maybe, if I wasn't such a lazy dreamy fuck
Then I would find a sense of purpose
Or just something to believe
I don't text, I don't call, and I certainly don't write
Masochistically watching people burn out like stars in the night

And we are the promises that we didn't keep
We are the promises that we didn't keep
And we are the sum of the parts we don't wanna see
We are the sum of the parts we don't wanna see