Worse Than the Plague
by Sex Positions· from Self-Titled
What a waste of breath.
Keep talking like you know,
but it's hard to know when you never lived.
A microcosm of tall tales,
and a bed of lies.
A shame that everyone's so quiet.
Encouraged by smiles,
and flanked by one dimensional boys
You open your mouth,
and shit just pours right out.
Your words ruin my days,
your words plague my nights.
Do you share one brain?
I wish you'd fucking die!