Tekster: Farewell. Run It Up The Flagpole. Drop Dead.

When you left here you lost it all
You had no satisfaction
Drifting along you couldn't let it go

Masochistic sadistic minds
Lead to self destruction
Someone's gonna take you down

She said
If you give up on me I'm willing to end it all
Will you shut up
This is my time out here
So just do what you're told
Leave me alone
Leave me alone

Drop dead
I don't wanna see you
Get lost
My motivation's gone
I'm not feeling sympathetic
You're pathetic
Let's go

You packed your bags with sights set west
A nonstop flight to seattle
Keep moving along
You're almost back at home

You lost your flight trying to look your best (?)
Shoulders are growing colder
Crossed out with cheap booze
I'll stick around

She said
Well our salvation clings to what you're willing to hold
When will you grow up
Start acting your age
And begin taking control
Leave me alone
Leave me alone

Drop dead
I don't wanna see you
Get lost
My motivation's gone
I'm not feeling sympathetic
You're pathetic
Let's go

Drop dead
I don't wanna see you
Get lost
My motivation's gone
I'm not feeling sympathetic
You're pathetic

Right
Staying up all night
And when you're through don't forget to fix your face
Hype
Keep running from your lies
And all I have are cheap memories to date

Drop dead
I don't wanna see you
Get fucked
Your motivation's gone
I'm not feeling sympathetic
You're pathetic
Let's go

Drop dead
I don't wanna see you
Get lost
My motivation's gone
I'm not feeling sympathetic
You're pathetic
So synthetic
You owe me credit
Alright

I really wanna know
Why the irritation grows
Now I'm ready to explode
God I think you're so pathetic