Trophy Scars - Assistant. Assistants. lyrics

Was clawing at the walls in my tiny apartment Trying to make sense of my life and then it started My stomach felt weird and my heart was speeding up, man When all of it was over I spoke up and raised my right hand "Why do I exist? I got two more years to live." I'm hardly suicidal and I've been heavy drinking Two years is what you make it And I know what you're thinking: "Jerry's lost his mind again; he's way too self-indulgent." Maybe you're right I should never have told you Do you think I'm lying? I lie all the time But I'm telling the truth, man In two years this voice will die Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick, tick-tock I've got so many names to thank Should we start with Mary? Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick, tick-tock We'll hide our wounds from our parents We'll eat out our wrists like they're candy We'll think twice before kissing We'll miss our old friends like they're dying I remember when we were just sixteen and dreaming Drinking in the basement just shouting and screaming Listening to our favorite records all the while thinking Someday we're gonna be there on stage all singing Remember breaking hearts and getting hearts broken Lying to our parents about what we were smoking Solving all our problems with bottles and women Even though we knew we were better without them This is not me, this is not me This is me Getting old, getting cold and getting stoned I'll write backwards and call it art I'll set things right from the very start And I know my heart won't get in the way I hope to God that they take me away While my foot is tapping out the rhythm While my foot just taps out the rhythm Can you hear them screaming? Oh God Can you hear them screaming? Oh God