My hair turns gray
With every song that you play
You picked them over me but I’d pick one of me over ten of them any day
And I know it hurts
And I plan to kill you with my next verse
So grab your noose
And kill yourself before everyone kills you
I tried being honest and this is what she said
Whooaaa
This is what she said to me
This is what she said to me
For you it’s a fad
For me this is all I have
Thirteen years ago I picked up the strings and I went down this road
And I know it hurts
And I plan to kill you with my next verse
So grab your noose
And kill yourself before everyone kills you
I tried being honest and this is what she said
whooaaa
This is what she said to me
This is what she said to me
So when you jaded fucks come out of your house and into our club
You’ll realize that you actually like our song
I know we’re not heavy and all
We’re a dying breed of sing a longs
And we, know you like our song