Last Weeks Minutes From The Meeting Of The Secret Society Of Your Friends Who Actually Hate You

say something and let it go.
 more lines for crossing over everyday.
 it feels so good to let it go.
 saves me from those thoughts inside my head.
 feels like the things we say.
 gives them the words to choke on.
 the things we say,
 will never make them love you.
 like heat I rise.
 softest words ever spoke
 aimed like a gun at the back of my throat.
 you said it anyway.
 I can hear them in the back.
 I can hear them in the hall.
 I can hear them when they say anything at all.
 it sounds like tiny records
 trapped inside the grooves.
 when I try to turn it over
 I can feel the whole place move.
 it's what I did,
 it's what I said.
 it just a way for us to all wind up dead.
 don't have to try to hard
 at all to make me hate you.
 does it feel good?
 I've got friends that would die for me.
 some might just kill
 who's next?
 my guess is you.
 you fucking sell out.