Favorite ExcusennOh please rub your tongue against your teeth nsharpen it nfor me.nnIf that's what you neednTo make a clean cut nkick dirt in my face to cover my memory upnkick awaynnBut my eyebrows wont slantnand my hands wont make fists.nI don't hate you at all njust hate what you did.nBut anger's no trade nFor the things I will miss.nUsed to feel like a man nwhen you slept with your nhead on my chest.nnThe world seems so backwards sometimes nWe laugh at funerals and at weddings we cry.nnIf I wanted you to keep me warm, nI'd have to burn the lyrics that I wrote nfor younIf I wanted your attention,nI'd have to buy a twenty sack of your favorite excuse.nnYou're only sorryn'Cuz you got caught and nyou're never happy cause you think you're not. nAnd a story's no good without nA thickening plot so when nthe water finally settled nyou stirred it up nyou fucked it up.nnYour favor is fickle so you traded me cheap nwell who got the raw deal when we're both left with nothing nexcept for our vices nto paint a smile on our face a cold bed like a casket where I nI don't sleep for days.nnthe world seems to backwards sometimesnwe laugh at funerals and at weddings we cry.nnIf I wanted you to keep me warmnI'd have to burn the lyrics that I wrotenfor you.nIf I wanted your attentionnI'd have to buy a 20-sack of your favorite excuse.nnIf I wanted you to keep me warm,nI'd have to burn,nI'd have to burn...n(If I wanted your attention)nI'd have to buy,nI'd have to buy...