Capstan - We weren't lucky

You are a burnout at the age of 18, a product of the South Florida drug scene. For a second I must admit that you had me fooled. Well I think I've finally grown comfortable in where I stand with this cigarette smoke and an empty can. Stay in your apartment alone. I'm fixing broken plans.

I hope you know that you're not the same. Those drugs have burned a hole into your brain.

Well I might be a bad decision, but you'll always be a worst mistake. I finally made a promise to myself that I don't intend to break. Stop being stuck up. Admit that you're a fuck up and quit pretending that your intelligence is worth a single second.

Are you feeling this? Because you just won't do. You're the worst kind of liar. Your tongue twists and you set the stage and break the link. Your trial's overdue. And every tattoo on your body renders stories untrue.

When this is over and done with at least I can leave with my sense of self respect in tact, while you're still pulling out the knife from his back.

My number was always unlisted. To you I never existed. So go choke on your pathetic words.

Well the news hit me pretty hard. But not deep enough to leave this heavy heart scarred. In the end you wear the crown of a hand-me-down.

I hope you know that you're not the same. Those drugs have burned a hole into your brain.

I might be a bad decision, but you'll always be a worst mistake. I finally made a promise to myself that I don't intend to break. Stop being stuck up. Admit that you're a fuck up and quit pretending that your intelligence is worth a single second.

Fuck off.