Shut Up

I, I wanna make you cry
In the worst way
It’d just fade away
From the story that you told
You’re both incredibly spiteful
And far too delicate to hold

And yet you chase your pain with alcohol
It’s not so terrible a vice
Until you start to lose control
And steering wheel goes

But I can’t sit still
‘Cuz you won’t fuck off
Shut up, shut up
I’m driving now

See I
I thought that you might spit
Through your joyless grin
No teeth, pursed lips

But still you’re staring quite the same
We haven’t spoken for an hour
Just stood here smoking in the rain
Shit, I thought you’d wanna know

But I can’t sit still
‘Cuz you won’t fuck off
Shut up, shut up
I’m driving now

‘Cuz I don’t sleep sound
Since we first hooked up
Shut up, shut up
I’m driving now
Straight out of fucking town

I saw a portrait of a broken man

Have you anything to sell?
Another day spent high as hell
Having sick, serious conversations with myself
Inventing complicated plans
Involving you and me and several people
You probably wouldn’t know
Or even care to if you did so

Since I’m afraid of all the versions of me that live inside your head
Is it a symptom or a blessing to have convinced yourself you’re dead?
Shit, I’ll just writhe around pretending nothing’s wrong

Fuck this
Fuck you all
I’m gone