Apathy Eulogy Play Nice
I know just what to say
but I can't seem to get the words away
every time I ship an atom bomb
it comes right back to me
return to sender
I know just what to do
I need to try and take ahold of you
but to choke you, or stroke you, or stoke what glows inside of you
I can't decide
I’ll just tie a millstone tightly around my neck
and I’ll dive deep into the bottom of the sea
take my resistance
take my anything
erase this vendetta
I’ll wash you clean
here’s my wide-berth, sure-shot, self-taught exit plan
