Seventy Times 7
Brand New
Favorite Weapon (2003)

Back in school they never taught us what we needed to know,
like how to deal with despair, or someone breaking your heat.
For twelve years I've held it all together but a night like this is begging to pull me apart.
I kept quiet left you deep in conversation.
I felt uncool and hung out around the kitchen.
I remember I kept thinking that I know you never would,
but now I know I want to kill you like only a best friend could.
Everyone's caught on to everything you so.
As if this happening wasn't enough I got to go
and write a song just to remind myself how bad it sucked.
Ignore the sun, the cover's over my head.
I wrote a message on my pillow that says, “Jesse, stay asleep in bed.”
So don't apologize. I hope you choke and die.
Search your cell for something with which to hang yourself.
They say you need to pray if you want to go to heaven
but they don't tell you what to say when your whole life has got to hell.
Everyone's caught on to everything you do.
And I can't let you, let me down again.
So, is that what you call a getaway?
Tell me what you got away with.
Cause I've seen more spine on jellyfish...
and I've seen more guts on eleven-year-old kids.
Have another drink and drive yourself home.
I hope there's ice on all the roads.
And you can think of me when you forget your seatbelt,
and again when your head goes through the windshield.
And is that what you call tact?
You're about as subtle as a brick in the small of my back.
So let's end this call, and end this conversation...
I can't let you let me down again.