This Song Isn’t About Skippy Dinglechalk

(She's my Rushmore, Max
Yeah, I know. She was mine, too)

You're knocking at my door, still stoned from the night before
Why can't it be so simple, It's never that fucking simple
You're knocking at my door, still drunk from the night before
I know you've made mistakes, but
That last one was fucking big

The pain goes on and on, and on and on and on
And on and on and on

The pain goes on and on, and on and on and on
And on and on and on

The pain goes on and on, and on and on and on
And on and on and on

The pain goes on and on, and on and on and on
And on and on and on

And I know, you said that you'll get better
But I don't believe you enough

And I know, you said that you'll get better
But I don't believe you