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, cuz 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,
Because I am so visceral, yet deeply inept.
I want to thank you for being a part of my the 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 around 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 shocking and surprise.
I believe that I can, overcome this and beat 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.