Things Are Getting Complicated Lyrics

Things are getting complicated

My thoughts and my words are cross-faded

So I miss you, my hated

Nothing ever seems to help you

Every fucker seems to tell you

So I curse them, in vain

In the fog

In the rain

In the place from whence you came

In the clouds

Of my brain

I'm about to boil over

Crumble wet meringue for sure

So I kissed you, as torture

I'm so fucking tired of it

If it don't fit, just really shove it

Or maybe don't be such a hoarder

In the dark

In the sludge

In the hole where you won't budge

In my arms

In a hug

Things are making out to be bad

At this rate we'll be caught by my dad

But he's busy, so we're cool

What's a month to a measly three years

I don't give a shit if the juniors do sneer

Fuck them, and the school

In the dirt

In the dust

From the place where we will rust

On the edge

On the cusp