Funeral for a Friend - Modern Excuse of a Man lyrics

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 suit's you?
Let me ask you something
Do you think it suit's 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