Rats

You don't even know me Even though I've been waiting for you in your street And I know it don't matter Even though I've been talking about you for weeks You want some things to happen but you don't want to believe You know I'd wait here I'd give you anything that you please And I know it don't matter Even though I've been talking about you for weeks You know you made me a promise that you don't seem to want to keep (player) I've been laying dead for six hours, hoping someone would call me You want some things to happen but you don't want to believe You know you made me a promise that you don't seem to want to keep I just can't believe that you gave me your disease You're an asshole to me, you make me grind my teeth Be careful with the love that you will receive Can't believe the way you treat honesty, don't lie to me I guess I should try and find the martyr inside me so I can breathe Inside of the foaming upholstery, mixed with some thin leaves it reads Something like you, you were like me, I don't wish to look beneath And find something I forgot about, shut your mouth before I pass out Wrap me 'til extremely dizzy and somewhat Byzantine