Excuse the stench of my own pitiful

Excuse for a mood

It's second nature to be critical

Affection removed

Well I guess I could wait

For a chance to escape

But you're so sideways

Playing mind games

Consider this a lasting funeral

The flowers for you

Surround yourself with something beautiful

And they will approve

Well I guess I can wait

For a chance to escape

But you're so sideways

Playing mind games

You're so sideways

Desperate tirades

It's a crime

It's a crime

You're in your prime