Get Fucked Four Eyes

So I packed up years of denial
 And I drove three-thousand miles
 Left my home, my fair-weather friends
 Things I thought I'd never see again
 But you keep reminding me
 Of things I'll never see
 Fuck three years of memory
 You're not who I want to be
 I've been here long enough
 And I think that I've got things all figured out
 I don't wanna stay here, I don't wanna be here
 Everything's fucking changing anyway
 If this is the last time I talk to you
 And if this is really it
 I'm glad I've got the microphone
 And that you don't give a shit
 'Cause when I think of all the time I wasted
 Well, I feel fucking sick
 I'm getting out
 No, I'm not going down like this
 Think of all the inspiration I could miss
 And whenever I remember
 All the things from last December
 I'll remember why I quit
 I know it's hard
 That's why I
 Can't get by
 At least I tried
 And everything after that moment
 You said, I owned it
 So get fucked and leave on your own
 Where you are
 I don't really care
 I got my friends and they got me
 Still got a home and family
 Well, I'm running low on alcohol
 And Advil just the same
 And I'm getting kind of glad
 That I forgot to say your name
 In the end
 I can't get over
 Your stupid fucking games
 I'm getting out
 No, I'm not going down like this
 Think of all the inspiration I could miss
 And whenever I remember
 All the things from last December
 I'll remember why I quit
 I know it's hard
 That's why I
 Can't get by
 At least I tried
 And everything after that moment
 You said, I owned it
 So get fucked and leave on your own
 I know it's hard
 That's why I
 Can't get by
 At least I tried
 And everything after that moment
 You said, I owned it
 So get fucked and leave on your own
 (You are tearing me apart, Lisa)