| Catch me in the back with my head down |
| I’m just gonna fade to the background |
| I know that I’m awkward |
| Laugh at the wrong jokes, say all the wrong words |
| I want to die in the front seat |
| It feels like for the last few months we |
| Just can’t get it right, no love for life |
| Suicide on my mind every night |
| 'Cause I don’t even know my place |
| What’s the point in being real when the world’s so fake? |
| How many motherfucking pills does it take before my heart shuts down and my |
| lifeline breaks? |
| I haven’t seen a soul in three weeks |
| 'Cause I never leave my bed, and I never even sleep |
| Lost 20 pounds, I don’t want to fucking eat |
| I just want to find some peace, oh god, please |
| It’s raining in the morning |
| It’s raining in the evening |
| Raining when I go to bed |
| 40 days and 40 nights |
| Nothing’s gonna be alright |
| Until I finally rest my head |
| Sometimes I wish I was dead |
| Finger to the back of my throat now |
| Again and again, get it all out |
| I know I’m impatient, fucked it all up again, because I stay so anxious |
| I need something to die for |
| I can’t put this life together like the tri-force |
| I need a little wisdom, courage, and power |
| So I’m puffing level up every hour |
| 'Cause I don’t even know what’s real |
| Either feel like shit or I just don’t feel |
| How many bottles left on my bill |
| Before I leave this scene and I chase these pills? |
| For real, what’s going on? |
| You said it’s all right that it’s all wrong |
| But I’ll be okay just as long |
| As my spirit lives on through these songs but |
| It’s raining in the morning |
| It’s raining in the evening |
| Raining when I go to bed |
| 40 days and 40 nights |
| Nothing’s gonna be alright |
| Until I finally rest my head |
| Sometimes I wish I was dead |
| Sometimes I wish I was dead |
| We blow away like the leaves |
| (Sometimes I wish I was dead) |
| You thought you heard, misquoted |
| (Sometimes I wish I was dead) |
| «I think I know what it means» |
| (Sometimes I wish I was dead) |
| Guess I must’ve misspoken |
| (Sometimes I wish I was dead) |
| I rode the train today |
| Forgot how much I hate tight spaces |
| I hope it takes me far away |
| I hope you know that I’m off to the races, I’m off to the races |
| I’m off to the races |