All messed up with nowhere to go

I stare at myself in the mirror alone

It's hard to make friends when you're half in the grave

But I ain't dead yet

And I've got something to say

Oh, oh, oh, yeah

You got holes in your clothes

Booze on your breath

You look like hell

And you smell like death

Oh, oh, oh

There's a stranger in my eyes again

I swear to God I don't know him

You're tired of me

I'm tired of you

So turn around and leave it to myself

Oh, oh, oh, yeah

You got holes in your clothes

Booze on your breath

You look like hell

And you smell like death

Oh, oh, oh

I've been out way too long

Heading right for the edge

If she asks about me

Tell her I'm not dead yet

You got holes in your clothes

Booze on your breath

You look like hell

And you smell like death

Oh, oh, oh