Burn Small Talk to the Fucking Ground

I wrote some words the other day, and they all came out 
like the kids I fucking hate.
I came to burn any tried and true bridge you build in front
 of me. This is what I do, it's what i've always done.
Maybe it's just me? Maybe you're fucking right. These 
friendships don't mean anything.
They never fucking last, we never fucking win.
Twenty-five years, and i've never seen one make it through.
 Fuck your broken hearts, fuck your broken razors.
Fuck your same old tunes about the girl who was never 
there. Regret is for the ones I know, the ones who thought 
that I'd change someday.
So when their close ties all become a noose, and their 
dreams all hit the fucking dirt, I told them keep fucking 
walking.