This is what they mean when they say that history forgets the losers
Everyone told me you wouldn't leave laugh lines, only bruises
I defy anyone to tell me why I spent 3 months getting to know you, and ended up asking why
This is what they mean when they say that you reap the things you sow
And I'm like a battered Victor Frankenstein and I'm crawling through the snow
Don't feel so bad for me, this is how I make amends
And if I still take things this badly, this is how it needs to end, you know?
Some days I like to think about Jack Kennedy in office
And how we'll never be completely sure if his killers walk among us
This is what they mean when they say keep your friends close and enemies closer; down the hall, across the street, Burning bridges with kerosene. This isn't healthy
Don't feel so bad for me, this is how I make amends
And if I still take things this badly, this is how it needs to end, you know?
Some days I like to think about Jack Kennedy in office
And how we'll never be completely sure if his killers walk among us
And how October is my November
And how this city is my own Dallas
And how I'll never know who took the shots
Because there's no one left to tell us
Some days it would be easier to leave all this behind and go down south
Some place where no one would try to find me, I'd even send a post card
When I drive to Dealey Plaza and I blow my f*cking brains out
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This is what they mean when they say that history forgets the losers
Everyone told me you wouldn't leave laugh lines, only bruises
I defy anyone to tell me why I spent 3 months getting to know you, and ended up asking why
This is what they mean when they say that you reap the things you sow
And I'm like a battered Victor Frankenstein and I'm crawling through the snow
Don't feel so bad for me, this is how I make amends
And if I still take things this badly, this is how it needs to end, you know?
Some days I like to think about Jack Kennedy in office
And how we'll never be completely sure if his killers walk among us
This is what they mean when they say keep your friends close and enemies closer; down the hall, across the street, Burning bridges with kerosene. This isn't healthy
Don't feel so bad for me, this is how I make amends
And if I still take things this badly, this is how it needs to end, you know?
Some days I like to think about Jack Kennedy in office
And how we'll never be completely sure if his killers walk among us
And how October is my November
And how this city is my own Dallas
And how I'll never know who took the shots
Because there's no one left to tell us
Some days it would be easier to leave all this behind and go down south
Some place where no one would try to find me, I'd even send a post card
When I drive to Dealey Plaza and I blow my f*cking brains out
Everyone told me you wouldn't leave laugh lines, only bruises
I defy anyone to tell me why I spent 3 months getting to know you, and ended up asking why
This is what they mean when they say that you reap the things you sow
And I'm like a battered Victor Frankenstein and I'm crawling through the snow
Don't feel so bad for me, this is how I make amends
And if I still take things this badly, this is how it needs to end, you know?
Some days I like to think about Jack Kennedy in office
And how we'll never be completely sure if his killers walk among us
This is what they mean when they say keep your friends close and enemies closer; down the hall, across the street, Burning bridges with kerosene. This isn't healthy
Don't feel so bad for me, this is how I make amends
And if I still take things this badly, this is how it needs to end, you know?
Some days I like to think about Jack Kennedy in office
And how we'll never be completely sure if his killers walk among us
And how October is my November
And how this city is my own Dallas
And how I'll never know who took the shots
Because there's no one left to tell us
Some days it would be easier to leave all this behind and go down south
Some place where no one would try to find me, I'd even send a post card
When I drive to Dealey Plaza and I blow my f*cking brains out
Writer: Ben Seitz
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