Unsubstantiated Rumors Are Good Enough for Me (To Base My Life Upon)

Unsubstantiated Rumors Are Good Enough For Me (to Base My Life Upon)
I don't want to talk about it,
i don't think you'd understand,
how things can get so fuc*** up
with such good intentions
If roofs turn to sky,
held by the gravity of nothing,
an ironic and literal making of a bed
You can walk away,
but there is a reason to stay
they make bad jokes,
it's okay not to laugh
For every push foward,
feels like you get
the same fuc*** push back
When you had nowhere to go,
you found someplace,
now with nothing to say
you start lying
What the f*** was i thinking (you ask)
i'm not sorry...
i'd do it all again
Now with all the lines
so blurred between hate, love, and revenge
these are just dead feelings.