This song is for the thought of dying Eaten by the lonely lion He's cruel and rages unabated Whoever he is, I fucking hate him This song is for the gloomy bastards (this song is for the gloomy bastards) For stray dogs and the solemn bachelors For acting and reflecting after For thinking that it even matters Why does my tongue taste like tomorrow? I'm such a sucker for a song sung by some sad bastard on acoustic guitar I always cry when I hear blue eyes It's a lonely tune, makes me think of you This song is for all the should have saids And the nights I end to regret the day after This song's for stray dogs And pathetic bachelors This song is for the thought of dying Apologies are multiplying For trust that I annihilated For being what I fucking hated I'm such a sucker for a song sung by some sad bastard on acoustic guitar I always cry when I hear blue eyes It's a lonely tune, makes me think of you This song is for all the should have saids And the nights I end to regret the day after This song's for stray dogs And pathetic bachelors If you have to say sorry, then say it If you don't feel like it's warranted Then fuck off It happened, move on