This song's dedicated to the left side of my mattress That will continue to be absent of heat for at least another year And this song's dedicated to all the wet spots on my couch That were once part of your body until your eyeballs spewed 'em out And I'll force these words out through the gap in my teeth And believe that they mean something to anyone but me And I'll play these lonely chords on my delusional guitar And pretend no one else thinks I'm crazy This song's dedicated to all of my half friends We'll see each other, make some plans, and I'll never see them again And this song's dedicated to all the other sides of me That slither from my skin at night and search for friends to eat
And I'll shove these words out through the gap in my teeth And pretend that they mean something to anyone but me And I'll strum these chords on my delusional guitar Even though everyone thinks I'm crazy This song's dedicated to the end of my life My heart will stop, my breath will cease, cut short just like a knife My consciousness will crumple up, my memories will up and die But that's all that'll happen, and I'll be fine And I'll belt these words out for the rest of my life And pretend that they mean a thing at all And I'll play these chords until the day that I die And not care if anyone thinks I'm crazy