Black paper black ink de 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've felt before
But i loved you when you left me
yes i loved you when you left me
i loved you when you left me
yeah loved you when you left me
Don't critisize my two packs of smokes a day
you don't even know how to spell ashtray
don't like your mother don't like her one bit
she says vegetarians are stupid
she says vegetarians are stupid