Unsubstantiated Rumors Songtext / Lyric

I don't want to talk about it

I don't think you'd understand,

How things can get so fucked up

With such good, good intentions



And 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 bad jokes

It's okay not to laugh.

And for every push forward

You get the same fucking push back.



And you got nowhere to go

So you found some place.

And you got nothing to say

You start lying.



Just what the fuck were you thinking?

I'm not sorry... I'd do it all again.

All the lines between hate, love, and revenge

It's just dead, it's dead, it's dead

Just dead feelings.