Serve my head on a plate
Pulp my heart with ill will
I did trust you
Let to lust you, to be duped
Thanks for f*cking nothing
Serve my head on a plate
Pulp my heart with ill will
Sensed a mystique, turn to spent air
Killed it dead
Thanks for f*cking nothing
Scrap the depths to salvage something
Thanks for f*cking nothing
Drained my all, then drop the bombshell
True, we were not joined
Our every feature spliced
Though you rushed in and took a lead
Three words spouted
This contagion crossed all divides
Caused a shift in protective focus
Three words flouted
Untimely end, I should've clicked
A sensory cut-out
A spoiling of the harmony
Of which we were about
I don't despise or demonize
But I just know your form
Walk right out and move along
And leap before you look
Thanks for f*cking nothing