Last Weeks Minutes From The Meeting Of The Secret Society Of Your Friends Who Actually Hate You

Say something and let it go
More  lines for crossing over everyday
It  feels so good to let it go
Saves me from those thoughts inside my head
Feels like the things we say
Gives  them the words to choke on
The  things we say, will never make them love you
Like heat I rise
Softest  words ever spoke aimed like a gun at the back of my throat
You said it anyway
I can hear them in the back
I can hear them in the hall
I  can hear them when they say anything at all
It sounds like tiny records trapped insides the grooves
When I try to turn it over I can feel the whole place move
It's what I did, it's what I said
It just a way for us to all wind up dead
Don't have to try to hard at all to make me hate you
Does it feel good? I've got friends that would die for me
Some might just kill who's next? my guess is you
You fucking se ll out