Bury The Messenger - Nights Like These

And the chorus swells

Congratulations motherfucker on that bullshit novel of yours

And that performance taking stakes in your feet and hands

Am I the lesser man?

These knees bend for no one

My god stands even with me

We shed new skin with repentance but our failures are never flesh deep

Is this what you call love?

Put on a happy face

Let’s make this pleasant

Refuse love

Fuck your love