That's some art you've got there.nTalk shit on all your friends for things they don't deserve.nThat first verse was written like ti was meant to hurt.nCasualties kept in a tally of friends by he margins of the words you've written.nIsn't that embarassing?nTo have everyone know all the things you think, but not the courage to speak them.nListen, not everything will be forgiven.nThat's some art you've got there,nTalk shit on all your friends for things they never did.nThey just exist in your head.nYou criticized those that sell, then wrote some hooks yourself.nSo me and her and him and Meehan cling to our desks like we're standing on a cliff.nAnd the spectators below are all close friends you've hurt.nThey stand there with their faces looking up.nThe winds lift their words as one.nThey're all screaming jump.nDrive off three girls in three minutes.nListen, not everything will be forgiven.nNext time dig your own grave with the things that you say...