Let's get f**ed up and die
I'm speaking figuratively, of course
Like the last time that 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 have learned to love the lie
I want to know what it's like to be awkward and innocent
Not belligerent
I want to know how it feels to be useful and pertinent
And have common sense, yeah
Let me in, let me into the club; cause I want to 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 f**ed 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 shortcomings
Cause I'm so visceral, yet deeply inept
I want to thank you for being a part of my
Forget-me-nots and marigolds
And other 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 people's descriptions of life
I'm afraid I'm alone and entirely useless...
In this department
Let's get f**ed up and die
For the last time with feeling, we'll try not to smile
As we cover our heads and drink heavily into the nights
That still shock 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
Goddamn
The liquor store's closed
We were so close to scoring
It hurts
It destroys 'til it k**s
I am tired, and hungry, and totally useless
In this department