spring in bloom (fuck you, doom)

There will be no semicolon tattoo on my wrist The story ends this year I know you don't like company That's why you brought me here Because you need somebody to bitch about when the party is through And i really don't mind if i'm that person to you Any kindness is going directly to hell And all of my attempts always seem to fail So i guess i will sleepwalk through this spring It's not like i'm missing out on anything Except the gradual shift in tone when anybody's talking to me Why is anybody talking to me?