Misery

It's strange how it's easier to break the world around you than to put it into order

And it's clear that you like it that way

From the way you run your mouth, we're glad your misery hates company

You chose to hide inside and chase your own delusions

You’re a real man of mystery

But it’s all in your imagination

The creation of a world where all you have are friends and enemies

I’m not sorry that you wanted to leave

‘Cause it's the ending of your story that the world’s gonna read and

You’ve been living it out to write it down for me to