Thanks for never being there
Thanks for holding back my hair
While I coughed up rotten meals
Thanks for those
Thanks for showing me what I'm not
Thanks for cutting me while I bled out
Thanks for dying in my dreams
Really thanks for nothing
You were such a lonely kid
Cursing the teacher and doling out hits
To your friends out waiting by the tire swing
Thanks for bruising my arm
Look I'm tough look I can fight
Thanks for stealing my car that night
And leaving me afraid by the dark road side
King of loathing ghost or something
Oh my buddy thanks for nothing
Thanks for nothing
