(You stupid fu-)
Reaper weekend, never sleeping
Sure I'm weeping, never leaving
Shaking hands and countin' grams
Kicking cans at canceled plans
So, he put up a fight
That he don't wanna win
God, it felt so right
So, I don't wanna live
If that's the kind of world that it is
Where you hate what you have
And love to forgive
Now my eyes burn, waitin' my turn
You aren't fair, we're going nowhere
Shot his head off, it was awesome
Didn't know him, not my problem
So, he put up a fight
That he don't wanna win
God, it felt so right
So, I don't wanna live
If that's the kind of world that it is
Where you hate what you have
And love to forgive
