| I got holes in my bones | 
| And I have bees in the depths of my lungs | 
| They want the honey | 
| Now every molecule’s stung | 
| All my regrets start to trickle down | 
| But they stain on the tip of my tongue | 
| You took the money | 
| You took the money and ran | 
| But you could have made it right this time | 
| And you should have made it right, there’s still time | 
| But you will stay the same as you always have | 
| Make some look good and all the others look bad | 
| You’ll be the best friend I never had | 
| Yeah, this is how you chose to walk away | 
| Yeah, this is how you leave | 
| I’ve lost control, and I | 
| Just need my songs to be sung | 
| Take the fucking money, take the fucking money | 
| Take the fucking money and run | 
| But you could have made it right this time | 
| And you should have made it right, there’s still time | 
| But you will stay the same as you always have | 
| Make some look good and all the others look bad | 
| You’ll be the best friend I never had | 
| Yeah, this is how you chose to break away | 
| Yeah, this is why you’re always so opaque | 
| Yeah, this is how you leave | 
| These walls are closing in | 
| These walls are closing in | 
| These walls are closing in | 
| These walls are closing in | 
| These walls are closing in | 
| These walls are closing in | 
| These walls are closing in | 
| These walls are closing in | 
| These walls are closing in | 
| These walls are closing in | 
| These walls are closing in | 
| These walls are closing in | 
| You take the money, you take the money and have fun |