Black Paper - Black Ink - Camden

And I hate what you told me

'Bout what I think

That it’s a black paper

Written on with black ink

Now let me tell you one thing

About what you said

I’d rather die

Than to have you here in my bed

Yeah, try to stand up

While your face is nailed to the floor

Yeah, this is what it’s like

To feel what I felt before

But I loved you when you left me

Yes I loved you when you left me

I loved you when you left

Yeah I loved you when you left me

Don’t critisize

My 2 packs of smokes a day

You don’t even know

How to spell 'ashtray'

I don’t like your mother

Don’t like her one bit

'Cause she says

Vegetarians are stupid

Yeah, try to stand up

While your face is nailed to the floor