This is for all the doorknobs
you've turned the wrong way
You're just as dead as they are
I don't know
and you don't care
And I fucking hate you for that
This is for all the kisses
you've blown the right way
You're just as fake as they are
I know
and you still don't care
And I fucking hate you for that
I want the time back
Turn the clocks the other way baby
then start them over me without you
Because it's dead again
and I'm sick of it
Sick of the sickness
On second thought
just keep the clocks running smoothly
And I will fuck you 'til you love me
Fuck you 'til you love me, baby
Fuck the sickness right back into its place
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