Serve my head on a plate

Pulp my heart with ill will

I did trust you

Let to lust you, to be duped

Thanks for fucking nothing

Serve my head on a plate

Pulp my heart with ill will

Sensed a mystique, turn to spent air

Killed it dead

Thanks for fucking nothing

Scrap the depths to salvage something

Thanks for fucking nothing

Drained my all, then drop the bombshell

True, we were not joined

Our every feature spliced

Though you rushed in and took a lead

Three words spouted

This contagion crossed all divides

Caused a shift in protective focus

Three words flouted

Untimely end, I should've clicked

A sensory cut-out

A spoiling of the harmony

Of which we were about

I don't despise or demonize

But I just know your form

Walk right out and move along

And leap before you look

Thanks for fucking nothing