This was poorly plannednAnd executed twice as badnAnd now we're swapping stories 'cross the tablennYeah, it's rather sadnThat mom would cry 'cause dad got madnSo she locked herself in a burnt out housenWhile wedding bells were ringing outnnThis was poorly wrotenIt's a shipwreck note for notenDespite it's many flaws it has you smittennnYou're blinded by a verse or twonConvinced that they're all about younBut I'm drunk and just sittin'nswingin' on your front porch singingnnKeep it to yourselfnMake your life a living hellnDie a little every daynMost people die that waynnAnd when it all went wrongnYou became a ghostnIt's not as hard as you'd supposednWe're animals wearing clothesnnWell now you know my tricksnI oversimplify a bitnAnd I break things down until they're small and friendlynnWell that includes your heartnAnd like a rundown shopping cartnGoes creaking down the aislenThrowing sparks and faking smilesnnKeep it to yourselfnMake your life a living hellnDie a little every daynMost people die that waynnAnd when it all went wrongnYou became a ghostnIt's not as hard as you'd supposednWe're animals wearing clothes