Lyrics Modern Excuse Of A Man - Funeral For A Friend

Modern Excuse Of A Man

Island liver like we think that we’re «oh, so special»
Like we’re owed the things that we can never quite hold on to
Let me ask you something
Do you think this weather suits you?
Let me ask you something
Do you think it suits you?
So if I see you and your words fail to connect with mine
Let me be the first to apologize
For every fucking thing that I haven’t done or will do
So you can quietly walk on by
Into a distant memory where I will lock you up
And throw away the key
We’re sick of playing these shitty games
I’m sick of playing these shitty games