Imagine that
I can't be comforted at all
In pieces
I went from crawling into a ball
Evidence
It's in my breathing every day
Less and less and less

Hey you, you wore me out
There was nothing left for anybody else
And you, you're the last little shit
That anyone expected
Could put me through this
Yeah, it's true

Turbulence
Auto pilot to control
Down and down and down
And if he's there, then I'll take my order to go
He shouldn't see, he shouldn't know

Hey you, you wore me out
There was nothing left for anybody else
And you, you're the last little shit
That anyone expected
Could put me through this
You little fucker, it's true

And over there in the corner of the room
Sat little Jack Horner in his gloom
Oh, how you like it there
Na na na na na

Hey you, you slither around
While you rip every vein out
And you, you're once so charming, self-inflicted, tortured act
It's a loser and a poser's tool

Hey you, you wore me out
There was nothing left for anybody else
And you, you're the last little shit
That anyone expected
Could put me through this
You little fucker, it's true

Imagine that
Imagine that

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Writer(s): LOCKWOOD PRESLEY