man

I don't remember a single real thing about you
 Just all of the sickness and you were supposed to see me through
 And you're lucky as shit, the things I omit
 'Cause you stole more of me than I'd care to admit
 So, I can't remember all the fucked shit that you'd do
 So, fuck all your gold stars, the cherries in the backyard
 No amount of sugar could sweeten such a bitter heart
 And fuck your soft boy scam
 The cowboy or the Tarzan
 No amount of nail polish could paint you a good man
 Man
 Man
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 It's late at night when the sprinklers turn on as I'm leaving
 And I don't know why every time I'm with you I lose feelings
 I was already sick when you called me your fix
 Then I pushed mine aside to make room for your shit
 I've spent life holding other peoples aches in safe-keeping
 So, fuck all your gold stars, the cherries in the backyard
 No amount of sugar could sweeten such a bitter heart
 And fuck your soft boy scam
 The cowboy or the Tarzan
 No amount of nail polish could paint you a good man
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 Man
 Man
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 Man
 Man
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 Man
 Man
 Man