they threw a party cuznthey didn't know i have feelings,ni do.nwell, sometimes, i let them through.nit's not my fucking faultnthat i've had to be the hard onenso who - could help but laugh at me now?nnyou showed up wastednwith yr tongue between yr fingers andni couldn't feel the reliefni was supposed to feelnand you ran out on the lawnnand left me at the window,nbut the window pane was freezing -nall people are deceivingnnall that you are is stolen from meni'm the original and yr the copyni puked my love up, let it all outnthen you put yr fingers innand let the air outnnso, now they spend their moneynon things i got for freenthey play my favourite bandsnall over fuckin' mtvnor wait - was that me?nto pay the rent, i've done so manynstupid thingsnnthey punched my face innand they called me a has-beennand now yr in the bathroom,nyr screwing my first cousinnnall that you are is stolen from meni'm the original and yr the copyni puked my love up, let it all outnthen, you put yr fingers innand let the air outnn... what did i do?nnso now it's over andnmy eyes are soaking wetnthere is a coffin,nbut i haven't thrown myselfnin it yetnthe lawn is littered withnsnowflakes and cigar buttsnthe trees are toilet-papered,ndirty dishes in the sinknnone man is standing there,nhe's holding out a dollarnbut when i look, i noticenthe dollar's getting smaller and smallernand smaller and smaller and smaller...