[Instrumental Opening] You’re drab, you’re swelling, You’re rotting and dry. You’re old, you’re stiff, no one notices when you try. You’re annoying, it’s sad, You make too much noise Too much effort spent For a life with meaning void. You call yourself a victim, It’s never your fault, And of course it never is That’s the lie you always thought. You’re nothing but a shell Of the man you used to be. Can we move on from the subject? Next conversation, please. No one seems to care When you’re around, Except when you speak no one makes a sound. Dirty looks in reply, And how would you react If everyone who knew you Acted like that? Your family, your friends If they can say the same, Relatives and neighbors All say that you’re lame. You’re revolting, you smell, You act out of line. We’re counting down the minutes hoping you die. You’re messy, you’re gross, Your kindness doesn’t help. Your completely diseased, Your humors hell like something deceased, Say you’re dead weight not worth the air you breathe. Let’s move on from the subject. Next conversation, please. You play that you’re stable And always show a smile. You think if you spent A little more time, But they don’t, we don’t Can you please just leave? You make us uncomfortable, And we think murderer So can you just leave. We’re tired of the effort, If that’s what you’d say. You just hang around quietly, Ruining our day You linger like a question mark Nobody wants to read A shadow in the doorway That refuses to concede. And maybe if you learned their jokes, Or masked the way you speak, You tell yourself you’d be enough, That you could be complete. But you’re not, right? Youre not You see it In every glance And you try to shrink Your body down, So you take up less of the day. But silence grows heavier When you’re the one who breaks, And you realize all this hatred Isn't something you can escape. Can we finally move on? I’ve decided that you’re done. No one’s here to disagree. We decided to cut you off Next conversation, please.
