man

I don't remember a single real thing about you

Just all of the sickness and you were supposed to see me through

And you're lucky as shit, the things I omit

'Cause you stole more of me than I'd care to admit

So I can't remember all the fucked shit that you'd do

So fuck all your gold stars, the cherries in the backyard

No amount of sugar could sweeten such a bitter heart

And fuck your soft boy scam

The cowboy or the Tarzan

No amount of nail polish could paint you a good man, man

It's late at night when the sprinklers turn on as I'm leaving

And I don't know why every time I'm with you I lose feeling

I was already sick when you called me your fix

Then I pushed mine aside to make room for your shit

I've spent life holding other people's aches in safe keeping

So fuck all your gold stars, the cherries in the backyard

No amount of sugar could sweeten such a bitter heart

And fuck your soft boy scam

The cowboy or the Tarzan

No amount of nail polish could paint you a good man, man

Man, man