The Sky is Laughing at Us

Introspection brought me to the bottom of the barrel In debt to mistakes I collect I'd like to believe someone's watching over me The blade keeps missing my neck by inches I've run out of patience and antiseptic for these wounds from suffering fools Squirming and burning You say good luck like you know something I don't You've made your bed, it's time to lay in it But you'd rather stay up all night pissing and moaning The sky's not laughing with you It's laughing at you, you idiot I for one don't owe you dick So I'll take your half-witted attempt at an insult On the chin and be done with it Devoid of even a modicum of self awareness To realize you're the problem Instead you hold everyone around you hostage With never-ending drama Fucking clown shoes, you fucking joke You say good luck like you know something I don't You say goodbye like it's already my funeral