I spend my nights dead face down on my floor,
but the drugs aren`t really working anymore.
The nights are mostly just despressed
from staring at my open chest.
I`m bleeding and I`m heartless but I`m yours.
And i`m scratching down every blurry scene
on the mattress where you used to sleep and dream.
I`d rather chew on broken glass
then keep on living in the past
and wasting time on words I know you didn`t mean.
Dear everybody, or whoevers listening.
I think I`m going to do me in this time
This is all overrated, waiting on my roof again
This is the end of my so called life
I haven`t seen the sun in about a week
and I`m keeping all sharp objects out of reach.
I finally know the taste of love
it`s a cross between cheap beer and blood
with an aftertaste of dry sarcastic speech.
And so I guess it`s safe to say
that we both knew that I`d end up this way
With a brain that`s clueless and unsure
Eyes that hardly ever work
But I guess that`s fine I rarely use them anyway
(Chorus: x3)
Dear Everybody, This is the end of my so called life.