This song is for the thought of dying
Eaten by the lonely lion
He's cruel and rages unabated
Whoever he is, I fucking hate him
This song is for the gloomy bastards (this song is for the gloomy bastards)
For stray dogs and the solemn bachelors
For acting and reflecting after
For thinking that it even matters

Why does my tongue taste like tomorrow?

I'm such a sucker for a song sung by some sad bastard on acoustic guitar
I always cry when I hear blue eyes
It's a lonely tune, makes me think of you
This song is for all the should have saids
And the nights I end to regret the day after
This song's for stray dogs
And pathetic bachelors

This song is for the thought of dying
Apologies are multiplying
For trust that I annihilated
For being what I fucking hated

I'm such a sucker for a song sung by some sad bastard on acoustic guitar
I always cry when I hear blue eyes
It's a lonely tune, makes me think of you
This song is for all the should have saids
And the nights I end to regret the day after
This song's for stray dogs
And pathetic bachelors

If you have to say sorry, then say it
If you don't feel like it's warranted
Then fuck off
It happened, move on