I Have Nipples, Greg. Can You Milk Me?

Time, it hasn’t healed a thing. It’s only made things worse.
I’ve tried to hide it, but I’m living underneath your curse.
This bed that we once shared is a testament to what we lost here.
I’m fighting hard but I think I’m losing ground.
It’s not the way I pictured it going down.
If I could change just like the seasons, I’d find a reason to move on
and regret we ever met I’m trying hard just to get you to think before I drown.
You’re dead to me but your name lives on
I’m sick of every second I spent on
Thinking you gave a shit when you swore that you meant it
How do you sleep at night with a knife that you left in my back?
I hope he’s worth it
If I could change just like the seasons, I’d find a reason to move on
and regret we ever met I’m trying hard just to get you to think before I drown.
This ain’t self-deprecation, it’s the thought that lacks resolve.
How could you move on when you know you’re wrong so it seems like it’s all my
fault
This ain’t self-deprecation, it’s the thought that lacks resolve.
How could you move on when you know you’re wrong so it seems like it’s all my
fault
I guess you’re moving on
I guess you’re moving on
I guess you’re moving on
I guess you’re moving on