I never thought that I’d be the one making this call to my family and now
The frequency’s increased of overwhelming experiences of letting the existential panic take hold

Like a stranglehold, like a stranglehold, and I’m starting to feel cold

I’ve doublechecked, and yes I can add a check to my checklist of fuck ups and failures
And it may come as a surprise, but I wish you wouldn’t sympathize, then again I already feel pathetic
Please don’t read into this, please don’t read into this, cuz I’m sadly clinging to it

And maybe one of these days, baby I’ll be okay, and I’ll get the nerve to say: My dearest Buttercup, you’ve really fucked me up, and now I’m, I'm never gonna get to be, your Westley, your Westley

I’m not the type of guy to write a bitter breakup song, so just chock this up to sentimentality’s sake
And I never believed in hell until your personal tour, now I walk through life with a pitchfork in my back
It’s time to pick up the slack, time to pick up the slack
Winston Churchill, I’ll meet you on the other side of the tracks

But can we please go back to your place? Or just take me anywhere. Will you show me something special? Run your fingers through my hair? Would you follow me tomorrow? Would you follow me again? If I surfed on the waves of my sorrow, and the memories of what has been?

Sorry everybody, an emotion slipped out, but don’t you worry now it’s back down deep where it belongs.
Oh this photo’s out of focus and our faces distorted, have a kick@$$ summer, don’t forget to KIT
I won’t BRB, I won't BRB, and now I’m LMFAO as I GTFO Finally

And maybe one of these days, baby I’ll be okay, and I’ll get the nerve to say: My dearest Buttercup, you’ve really fucked me up, and now I’m never gonna be your Westley, your Westley

So go ahead and listen or you’ll end up like the Sicilian
Cuz I’m the Dread Pirate Roberts and I don’t have time for this kind of hurt
So, Inigo Montoya, I tell ya what, he’s my boy, ya
And him and my pal Fezzik
Have a brand new place on the back of my white stallion