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