Lyrics

I recall the day you called and said: “Hey I packed my bags,
I’m going on a trip and guess who’s not invited?”
Oh perfectionist, you might break a nail over this
But you ain’t gunna break any hearts so you might as well
crumble ‘Cause you ain’t gunna be missed!

I recall what I was doing that one time I was munching on an apple
and I turned my head then looked back at it
And a worm said: “Hey this is my home! Who are you to
use it for the sake of being satisfied and satiated?
Karma’s a bitch kid, I work hard - I’m dedicated!”

I know I’ll soon go mad
What with pissing off worms and reveries of days gone bad
But what good is praying going to do
When the thing you love is dying in the next room?
What good is loving going to do
When the thing you hate is laughing right beside you?

Once in a while there’s that reminder
That says “you’re not needed here, you’re just an under liner”
And they will use you and abuse you and reduce you
To nothing but a stained sheet of a
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I know I’ll soon go mad
What with pissing off worms and reveries of days gone bad
But what good is praying going to do
When the thing you love is dying in the next room?
What good is loving going to do
When the thing you hate is laughing right beside you?