Unsubstantiated Rumors...

Well, do you want to talk about it?
 Do you think you'd understand?
 How things can get so fucked up
 With such good, such good intentions
 And if, if roofs turn to sky, held by the gravity of nothing
 An ironic and literal making of a bed
 You know, you can walk away
 But there is a reason to stay
 They make bad, bad jokes, it's okay not to laugh
 And for every push forward, you get the same fucking push back
 You had, you had nowhere to go, so you, so you found some place
 You had, you had nothing to say, you start lying
 What the fuck were you thinking?
 I'm not sorry, I'd do it all again
 All the lines between hate, love, and revenge
 It's just dead, it's dead, it's dead, just dead feelings