"Frances Farmer Will Have Her Revenge on Seattle" by Nirvana

It's so relieving to know that you're leaving as soon as you
get paid
It's so relaxing to hear you're asking wherever you get your
way
I's so soothing to know that you'll sue me, this is starting
to sound the same
I miss the comfort in being sad

In her false withness, we hope you're still with us, to see
if they gloar or
Drown
Our favorite paitent, a display of patience, disease-covered
puget sound
She'll come back as fire, to burn all the liars, and leave a
blanket of ash
On the ground I muss teh comfort in being sad