stuart and the ave.
Standing on the corner of Stuart and the Avenue,
ripping up my transfer and a photograph of you,
you are a blur of my dead past and rotting existence,
as I stand laughing on the corner of insignificance.

Destiny is dead,
in the hands of bad luck.
Before it might've made some sense,
but now it's all...fucked up.

Season change as well as minds and I'm a two faced clown,
you're mommy's little nightmare driving daddy's car around,
I'm beat down and half brain dead, the long lost king of fools,
I may be dumb but I'm not stupid enough to stay with you.

Destiny is dead,
in the hands of bad luck.
Before it might've made some sense,
but now it's all...fucked up

Destiny is dead,
in the hands of bad luck.
Before it might've made some sense,
but now it's all...fucked up,
we're all fucked up...you're all fucked up.