really working anymore the nights are mostly just depressed from staring at my open chest Im bleeding and Im heartless but Im yours and Im scratching down every blurry scene on the mattress where you used to sleep and dream Id rather chew on broken glass than keep on living in the past and wasting time on words I know you didnt mean
Dear everybody or whoevers listening I think Im gonna do me in this time this is all overrated waiting on my roof again this is the end of my so called life
I havent seen the sun in about a week and Im keeping all sharp objects out of reach I finally know the taste of love its a cross between cheap beer and blood with an aftertaste of dry sarcastic speach and so I guess its safe to say that we both knew that Id end up this way with a brain thats clueless and unsure and eyes that hardly ever work but I guess thats fine I rarely use them anyway
Dear everybody or whoevers listening I think Im gonna do me in this time this is all overrated waiting on my roof again this is the end of my so called life
Dear everybody or whoevers listening I think Im gonna do me in this time this is all overrated waiting on my roof again this is the end of my so called life