“No one wants to hear your misery
They’ve got their own”
Matt Maltese’s misery
Stop, what the hell are you talking about? Ha
Get my pretty name out of your mouth
We are not the same with or without
Don’t talk 'bout me like how you might know how I feel
Top of the world, but your world isn’t real
Your world’s an ideal
Billie Eilish’s Therefore I am
I hate everybody in my hometown
I wanna burn my old high school into the ground
I hate everybody in my hometown
Tell the rich kids to look at me now
Thank you, I’ll say goodbye now
Though its the end of the world,
Don’t blame yourself
And if its true,
I will surround you and give life to a world
That’s our own
Tonight I’ll be drunk And act like a punk (so drunk) And you’ll sit and laugh while I throw up They say I’m too old for my age And you’re just the same Yet we make love like kids, again and again
She doesn’t know she’s beautiful Because no one’s ever told her so And the demons that she has, are all she knows And maybe she can fall in love with someone in her life that she could trust And tell her she’s enough (Have someone tell her she’s enough?) How come no one heard her when she said
Taste me, the salty tears on my cheek That’s what a year long headache does to you I’m not okay, I feel so scattered Don’t say I’m all that matters Leave me, deja vu
Since I met you All the gloomy days just seem to shine a little more brightly Consider what we’ve got 'cause I can never take you for granted Is there another us on this whole planet?
Do you feel exposed? Let your feelings show Can I taste you? Can I replace you? I need to know Let’s lose our minds Please stay with me We’re wasting, yeah, we’re wasting time Why don’t you believe me?
And here it is, our final night alive And as the earth burns to the ground Oh girl it’s you that I lie with As the atom bomb locks in Oh it’s you I watch TV with As the world, as the world caves in
“SHE WOULD’VE MADE SUCH A LOVELY BRIDE, WHAT A SHAME SHE’S FCKED IN HER HEAD,” they said But you’ll find the real thing instead She’ll patch up your tapestry that I shred