[verse 1]
do you get red tide on the west coast?
do the dead schools of fish litter the sand?
or did you leave all the algal blooms back home
is california just too perfect for that?

i'm a miserable shell of an artist
too in love with the anger to change
and i hated how clearly you saw it
so now you're roped onto my shitty, little stage

[pre-chorus]
oh, i know that it's a lot, i'm
sorry, marcy, no i'm not

[chorus]
as if you knew
i'd be losing my shit over you
and the things that i thought we sould do, it's true

i made my plans,
and they stuck to my head like your hands on my skin, and they tell us love wins

the gall
the wit
the guts
i had to believe it

[verse 2]
did you drive 13 hours to see me?
or just to have it held over my head?
just a get out of jail to make it that easy
to slough off the blame in the end?

oh, none of this has any basis
i don't know, i don't care, i can't ask
past december, it's all speculation
but i'd rather be angry than sad

[pre-chorus]
so hit me like id guess you hate me
bash my skull in til you make me

[chorus]
a bleeding sore
ruining your carpet floor
you can scrub all you want, but that stain won't come out, im sure

it's so traumatic
everybody in the building is an addict
to the sin, and they tell us love wins

the gall
the wit
the guts
i had to believe it

[bridge]
so, drown me in the aquifer, my love
looks like those florida summers weren't enough
to show you that i needed you this much
i am formless ash without your touch

[chorus]
even if desantis won,
i still wouldn't buy a gun
i don't trust myself not to do
the things kurt cobain had done

but maybe on a special night
sometime early in july,
oh, my head could be your fireworks
i could make that hammer fly

do forest fires
leave the prettiest trees up?
no! the fires only burn
and they don't really give a fuck

oh, what a scam
what a shitty two-bit sham
"love wins?" some fucking winner i am

the gall
the wit
the guts
i had to believe in it

love loses in the end
and i learned that from you

[outro]
you may not really hate me,
but what else can i do?
already blew out my voice
just begging for you

my only defense,
these strings in my throat
i would tear them apart
just to let you know

that when you can hear this
i get i was wrong
in misguidedly coping
by singing this song

but it's all i can muster
it's all i can do
till the day that i die
i'll be begging for you

so tell me it's useless
tell me you're done
im not gonna force it
or say that i've won

marceline, i adore you
from the spring to the frost
you don't have to come back
i already lost