Serve my head on a plate
Pulp my heart with ill will
I did trust you, led to lust you, to be dupedThanks for fucking nothing
Serve my head on a plate
Pulp my heart with ill will
Sensed a mystique, turned to spent air, killed it deadThanks for fucking nothing
Scraped the depths to salvage something
Thanks for fucking nothing
Drained my all, then dropped the bombshellTrue, we were not joined, our every feature spliced
Though you rushed in and took a lead
Three words spoutedThis contagion
Crossed all divides
Caused a shift in protective focusThree words flouted
Untimely end, I should've clipped a sensory cut-out
A spoiling of the harmony, of which we were about
I don't despise or demonize, but I just know your form
Walk right out and move along, and leap before you lookThanks for fucking nothing
Songwriters
Greenway, Mark Peter / Embury, Shane Thomas / Harris, MitchellPublished by
Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing