Lies (Of November)

Coffee brought me to the conclusion
That some people don't deserve to live
Coffee brought me to the conclusion
That blood may arouse you, but I'm tired of giving mine

Coffee brought me to the conclusion
I should smoke more cigarettes and fight less suffragettes

Pity my rhymes
I need a confidante, not a life
Pity my rhymes
I need a confidante, not a life

Still haven't reached
The knife you shoved in my back
Stop turning me
'Cause the wound's already infected enough
And now I let my hate for you
Get over my love for you
And it feels good, and it feels new

Pity my rhymes
I need a confidante, not a life
Pity my rhymes
I need a confidante, not a life

On second thought
I don't want your pity
No, I don't want your pity