1. All the morning trees in the garden of grief are dead, but no more trees are gonna die in your name
My grief wasn’t bigger than anyone else’s weep no more, never again I’ll bathe with you, wash you and dry you, ain’t that a shame
I jumped for you, it was rough, but not as hard as it will be, when it’s all over, I know what the last line will be
This might take the rest of the night, but that’s better than the rest of my life, this has to stay between me
I read to you, admire it, a special little killer speech, I’ll never have another hero again
We were dehydrated, drank positive energy, maybe you were my birthday, dance for me, be happy my friend
Ch. No more hours in chains, no more time in shackles
This is a rite of passage
2. I glorified my grief, placed it on a pedestal, adored my hurt, it gave me a reason I didn’t really need back then
I know you knew nothin’, still embarrassed, you’re wrong, but that no longer is my problem
It was good to keep up envy energy, hating you instead of me
I’ll try not to wake up my dead cat Cleopatra, who’ll open my door and warm my belly
3. No more cryin’ for you bitches, I carried more than you all by myself
There’s nothing I can do anymore for you, and won’t let you stop me from living again
Bitches you stood me up, when I fell to the floor in silly attacks
But I’m not embarrassed, cause you gave embarrassing a brand new dimension, cowards
Not even drugs can explain your behaviour, you should have seen yourself
Know nothing, wonder if you’re still alive, I’m cutting you out
It didn’t mean that much to you, now you don’t mean that much to me, my grief’s no bigger than that
4. I won’t spend another hour, aching for people who don’t weep for me
You’ve kept me awake for far too long, wondering “can pretty people really be that unhappy?”
Wondering would you still not care for me, if you saw me like this, haven’t I said this before?
I’m over it now, I’ll forgive you, till then I try not to resort to violence, that’s as far as I can go
Draw a map, a diagram, sort everything out, brown dog
False beginnings, did you really take it that hard?
Stupid girls, are not as cute as they think, I drink from the glass, brand new start
Ch. No more hours in chains, no more time in shackles
This is a rite of passage
Outro. I fail to weep or go to sleep, a rite of passage to pass through
I know now you wished that I just remained unhappy, but I didn’t and now I forgive you