The Nail in Our Coffin

You should be ashamed of the trash you let between your legs

You are a snake in the grass who won't hesitate to stab me in the back

Don't mean to be too brash, I'll speak my peace, then you can get back to fucking anything that shows the smallest shred of interest

Every word that leaves your tongue is another lie to break my trust

Keep my name from your thoughts and keep that mouth shut