So here's the last onenfor your collectionndon't forget to show it to your friendsnthe way you never would show mennAnd here's the suff thatnI never said, 'causenI was too afraid I'd lose younOver and over and over and finallynnNo more feeling like I'm uglynNo more trying to make you love menNo more late nights spent alonenNo more waiting by the phonenNo more fake platonic bullshitnNo more feeling like I've had itnNo more sneaking making outnThese are things that I could do without.nnYou say that the things that I like are for losersnBut you are the one with the tastes of a twelve-year-oldnWhy don't you grow up and act your fucking agennYou're ruining parties and being too violentnWhen problems arise you are painfully silentnYou look like you've not bathed yourself in days.nnSo No more feeling like I'm uglynNo more trying to make you love menNo more late nights spent alonenNo more waiting by the phonenNo more fake platonic bullshitnNo more feeling like I've had itnNo more sneaking making outnThese are things that I could do without.nnI don't want to talk about metal, or comic booksnI don't want to talk about metal, or sci-fi showsnI don't want to talk about metal, or shitty bandsnI don't want to talk about metal.nI don't have to talk about metal anymore.