Maybe now,

it's too late to be anything besides all the terrible things that we already are.

Maybe all those nights you spent unwinding your own soul -

well, that's not nothing. But it's close.

What did you expect to learn? What did you expect to find?

We all thought you already understood that people are no damn good.

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I know sometimes I find it difficult to be kind. I wish I knew exactly why.

I wish I knew exactly what it was I was afraid of.

I was afraid of being right.

If all we are is what we do, and all we've done is what we could,

then we're all through.

Because people are no damn good.

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People are no damn good, 'cause all we do is say "I'm sorry" and "goodbye."

And so I'm sorry. Now goodbye.

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One day when we're more generous,

we might think better of each other than we do right now.

I didn't mean that how it sounds, I didn't mean that how it sounds,

I didn't mean all that as mean as it came out.

And you don't have to listen - you're different.

But the rest of us are never getting into heaven.

And the rest of us know we probably never should.

And the rest of us know that people are no damn good.

People are no damn good.