Half a year and here you are again I'd go out in public if nobody ever asked I sit home and drink alone and hope that bottle speaks, like you, like us, like me Half a year again, now it's a whole February stationery from you on the wall And I sit home and plead the throne to speak to speak to me to me to me Hasn't said a single thing You're probably too busy with your work Or am I just excusing you for leaving me alone There' s nothing in these wooden drawers to bring you back or to keep me bored I don't know what to do with me no more Dear everyone I ever really knew I acted like an asshole so I could keep my edge on you Ended up abusing even those I thought immune I killed the kingdom with one move and now it's time to move Dear everybody that has paid to see my band, It's still confusing, I'll never understand I acted like an asshole so my albums would never burn I'm hungry now, and the scraps are dirty dirt I'm hungry now the scraps of dirty dirt