Alba s touto skladbou:
In Defense Of The Genre,
I fucked someone with words, broke a promise.
You forgave but you won't forget.
I pray the day will come when you see I was numb till you burned me with your cigarette.
But each fight leaves my vocal cords shattered.
I sing with my gums specked with glass.
I pray and I beg like a dog, hump your leg till you spay my sorry broke ass.
Singin'
Why do you always have to
Push me far away from you
All I want's to stay with you
So naiive, each time you leave
I always still believe in you
Know that I'm holding you down
Now you're out on the town
The courage you've found
Is spitting in spite of me
Leaving me dead on the ground.
Cater to me or I'll punch myself till my face is blue.
Later you'll be just as sorry as me for the things you do.
Cater to me or I'll punch my eyelids blue. Alright!
Later you'll be sorry for the things you do.
If I'm an arrogant prick shitting out heart attacks,
Then you're the Queen of the Damned,
feelingless, devoid of tact.
Hey, I'm the crazy one here.
I'm dying of a deep regret.
But I can't stand these nights I've spent alone away begging
Tearing my face apart like cheap leggings
Sorry my love, I'm gone.
Keep egging this on.
I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone
Pack my shit up and go, I'm getting wasted.
What did i just do?
Pack my shit up and go, I'm gonna face this.
What did i just do?
