Hypnausea
Richie Colosimo, Aaron Mook
Done hanging pictures from your hair
I know enough to know you'll never care
And even when the sun meets ground tonight
You've done your part, I'm never gonna feel alright
So take your house and all your precious things
And turn them into something we can sing
Even though we won't see you around
There's no good reason you should ever let that boy down
Like you let me down
