Cry Me a River and Drown In It, Sweetheart

CRY ME A RIVER AND DROWN IN IT, SWEETHEART
If you're ever going to ask yourself if maybe there was any hope for us, I just want you to know there there wasn't.
If you're ever going to ask if maybe you could have done something, don't worry, we were all a bunch of lost causes. And by lost causes I mean dumb asses. And by that I mean we were dying from the moment we were born anyways.
Not in a beautiful way, in case you were going to ask, but more like a gruesome accident that for some weird reason you can't just look away from even though every shred of sanity is screaming at you to do so. We were sort of gorgeous in that way that it made you want to throw up.

God, we were fucking vile, but you gotta ask yourself, what the hell does that make you?