Deer was in the headlights
'Til shattering the windshield
A bee thrown behind my auto
Just another bleedin' insect left for dead

You up for sale? You up for sex?
You up for talking just a bit?
Not a whole lot though

I drove straight to Terra Madre
'Cause I wanted to tell them
That I was on BrooklynVegan once
And I didn't really like it all that much
And I let it happen anyway
Needed something to complain about
And I'd do it all again
If it meant gettin' to be mad

And if we know that we're not different
And we know that we're ambivalent
To each other
Maybe let's just stick
Together
Yeah, one-two-three-four

And in the interest of silence
I've been tryin' not to call you
I know two can play at that game
I've been playin' for longer than I care to admit
And it breeds resentment
But it stops any argument from spreadin'
To where it hurts
Why won't you tell me fuck off?
Why won't you tell me fuck off?
Why won't you tell me fuck off?
Fuck off