Let's get fucked up and die I'm speaking figuratively, of course Like the last time I committed suicide Social suicide Yeah, so I'm already dead on the inside But I can still pretend with my memories and photographs I've learned to love the lie.
I wanna know what it's like to be awkward and innocent, not belligerent I wanna know how it feels to be useful and pertinent and have common sense.. yeah Let me in Let me in to the club Cause I wanna belong And I need to get strong And if memory serves I'm addicted to words and they're useless.
(In this department) Let's get fucked up and die I'm riding hard on the last legs of every lie And the BMX bike of my life is about to explode I'm about to explode I'm a mess, I'm a wreck. I am perfect and I have learned to accept all my problems and short comings Cause I am so visceral yet deeply inept.
I want to thank you for being a part of my forget-me-nots and marigolds And all the things that don't get old Is it legal to do this? I surely don't know It's the only way I have learned to express myself Through other peoples' descriptions of life I'm afraid I'm alone and entirely useless... (In this department)
Let's get fucked up and die. For the last time I'm feeling We'll try not to smile As we cover our heads and drink heavily into the nights That’s no shock and surprise I believe that I can overcome this and be everything in the end But I choose to abuse for the time being Maybe I'll win, but for now I've decided to die.
Sister soldier you’ve been such a positive influence on my mental frame If I could ever repay you I would but I'm hard up for cash And my memory lacks initiative.
God damn the liquor store's closed We're so close to scoring It hurts, it destroys 'til it kills I am tired and hungry and totally useless. (In this department)