We were in some shady spot out of touch in Minnesota
With the barren weight of excess hanging heavy on my shoulders
I was black out drunk in envy, guess I probably should have told you
I would drink myself to death if I moved back to North Dakota
Vindictive and obscure, just a well wishing for ink
And I couldn't drink the water, I was swimming in the sea
Now I don't do too good off loneliness, could you be proud of me
I would fill myself with charity if I could only plant the seed
Now we've finally set the stage
Can we consummate this rage?
There's a sweetness in my bitterness
Won't you be the fool to taste it
Now we've finally set the stage
Can we consummate this rage?
There's a sweetness in my bitterness
Won't you be the fool to taste it