Do you hate me? Was it hazing for a cruel fraternity I pledged and I still mean it. Old habits die screaming

Six weeks of breathing clean air

I still miss the smoke

were you making fun of me with some esoteric joke?

Now I want to sell my house and set fire to all my clothes

and hire a priest to come and exorcise my demons

even if I die screaming

and I hope you hear it

And I hope it's shitty 

in The Black Dog

when someone plays The Starting Line and you jump up

but she's too young to know this song

that was intertwined in the tragic fabric of our dreaming

'cause tail between your legs, you're leaving

I still can't believe it

'cause old habits die screaming