I spend my nights dead face down on my floor
but the drugs arent 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