When you have stopped clutching at straws
Shout at the world because the world doesn't love you

Clean two bad memories, forget all the insufferable bores

It was a grave mistake, he never came back again
I'm not saying that you're responsible
And no dignity, I can only guess
Not '06, not '08, two thousand 2010
Lower yourself because you know that you'll have to
Miserabilia for one, for all
Cried on ocean floors all walking into clubs
Your hands will remain empty
Miserabilia to show the kids
Next to urinals in garish Mexican restaurants
For he said it's a joy to be held so I held him too close
Miserabilia to show the kids
That she thinks about it when she touches herself
For a better understanding of her dietary requirements
2004, [Incomprehensible], oh my God, oh my God
Sobbing into my warm, pale palms
I'm not saying that you're responsible

Hung them round our necks like nooses

I'm not saying there's good in none of this
I'm not saying there's good in none of this
None of it mattered, none of it matters, nobody cared
I've spend too much time on my knees
I have broken down into the naked breasts of a newly ex

He whispered, oh my God this really is a joy to behold

We got nostalgic ended up filling shoe boxes with vomit
Miserabilia for one, for all
Collected scabs in lockets

No one matters, no one matters, no one cares