I heard from you today by digital replay
You told me that you care, you'll help from over there
I say we're not the same, it's falling on deaf ears
At eighty miles an hour and I forget to steer
And if I wrap my car around the guardrails, ain't got shit to do with you
So drop the act, I know your true agenda
Can't live with the mistakes, I'll move out of the states
To South America or north to Canada
I lived four years of lies, I lost faith in mankind
With no one to befriend, I guess this is the end
And it's not glorious like in the movies, explosion and a note
It's more like driving as far away as possible alone
And please don't say goodbye to remind me you're alive
You've been dead to me since I started feeling dead inside
So don't look down on me and say we feel the same
'Cause we don't
I'm checking out, I'm fucking done
Kiss my fat ass, I'm giving up
Eat shit and die, I'm taking off
Have a nice life, have a nice death
I'm checking out, I'm fucking done
Kiss my fat ass, I'm giving up
Eat shit and die, I'm taking off
Have a nice life, have a nice death
I'm checking out
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