For people like you, there is no such thing as an early grave
You wanted to gut my dreams 'til I was empty
And show everyone my remains
And after everything you put me through, I should've fucking pissed on you
What You Need
What You Need
Dear Diary,
Dear Diary,
Antivist
Antivist
when the party's over
when the party's over
What You Need
Lost!
Lost!
What You Need
LosT
LosT
Wonderwall
Wonderwall
ouch
ouch
when the party's over
when the party's over