Hometown Report Card - Boy Sets Fire

I used to love you I can’t stand the sight of your fucking face

You have helped to build

The walls that keep me in my place

The trust I gave no longer comforts

The trust I gave in you’ve broken under

And all that lies you’ve etched in your stone

Will not affect me on my attention

You hands nailed bleeding in true martyr form

Your neutral standpoint has left me standing alone I’m sick of excuses;

I’m tired of lies I’m tired of fools like you wasting my time

Hands of my soul, you can’t control (hands off my fucking soul)

And I hope your new friends will treat you just as well

For all the hard work you’ve done to gain their acceptance

Fuck you

My hands are washed clean

But I still haven’t forgotten

Your hands will never wash clean

You will be forgotten