It’s so relieving to know that you’re leaving as soon as you get paid
It’s so relaxing to hear you’re asking wherever you get your way
I’s so soothing to know that you’ll sue me,
this is starting to sound the same
I miss the comfort in being sad

In her false withness, we hope you’re still with us,
to see if they float or drown
Our favorite paitent, A display of patience,
disease-covered Puget Sound
She’ll come back as fire, to burn all the liars,
and leave a blanket of ash on the ground
I miss the comfort in being sad