It's not a crime to not like you It's not a crime to send you out It's not a crime to avoid share feelings with the viper you are Its not a crime to resent you It's not a crime to be okay about when you leave The best home is when you're gone Your delusion is an illness Petrified when the public asks why Removed as the problem They can't know, they can't know And easily I'm left unphased enough to say I really like my life better this way With you not in it It's not a crime to say get out It's not a crime to move slowly away It's not a crime to pass the time trying to avoid your rage It's not a crime to say that love was never involved here Get hurt, get hurt by your inability to listen Get down, get out, you viper in the grass You been caught way too soon And you didn't expect it Now you're seen, cut the scene And burst flames into the sunset Your delusion is an illness Petrified when the public asks why Removed as the problem They can't know, they can't know And easily I'm left unphased enough to say I really like my life better this way With you not in it
