There's a tombstone in the brush with your name on the front 
 But I had no bucks to get "Here lies They-Ran-Outta-Luck" 
 On the back of it 
 Sharp as a tack, but in the sense that you're not smart, just a prick 
 In my finger or my toe 
 Ripping staggered holes all the way to my chest 
 All the way to my chest 
 But every tremble in your voice still echoes in my ears 
 One good night of sleep per year 
    There's a tombstone in the brush with my name on the front 
 But I had no judds to get "Here lies He-Ran-Outta-Luck" 
 On the back of it 
 Sharp as a tack, but in the sense that I'm not smart, just a prick 
 In the fingers and the toes of all of those who show interest in me 
 And from where I'm standing   
 It looks like I'm way long overdue 
 I know what you meant when you said "fuck you" 
 Breaking up never felt so cruel 
 And now I'm tired 
 And now I'm dead to me   
 Can we act like we never broke each others' hearts? 
 At least mine, I don't know how you felt from the start 
 Oh, that's vile, oh, I'm cruel, oh it's god damn mean 
 I sure as hell know one thing 
 You sure ain't dead to me