Fruit Basket

How’s the damage control going for you?
I’m sure you must be doing swell
You grab the needle, you sew your eyes shut
You pour down the water till the ringing errupts

Then you get behind the wheel
Like a vehicle of hate
And slam down on the gas
With them in the backseat

And I’m standing in the crosswalk
And nobody’s to help
Like some Chinese CCTV

It’s fine they say
it’s fine they say
And I don’t think even a life
will make you realize your problems

As tasteless as a fruit basket
You’re as empty as your actions
And I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say sorry