Irony Is For Fuckers Lyrics

I swear at least once a day
I catch myself feeling hopeless.
Remind myself it’s okay,
but I can’t wash out the taste of foot in my mouth.

[Chorus:]
Tired eyes, tired faces.
There’s some days I can’t fake it.
Some days all the lights start to fade away, and when they’re gone,
I’ll be left holding onto a song.

Try to listen it all away.
“Hello Bastards” because I feel like one.
Got a song for every day.
4/4 time keeps me dancing down hill.

[Chorus]

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