December 1, 2015

Lyrics

A used syringe stuck through my arm, to a vein
I could really use a clean one, but it wouldn't be the same
Cross eyed I stare into the mess that I'm in
Running a rat race that I just can't win

I can't be trusted when I'm left all alone
I'm simply waiting for the black out, baby
A padded cell would suit my trembling bones
Think you could drop me at the madhouse, baby?

I'm such a bad boy
I didn't take my medication
Now something's very wrong

Feels like I'm getting sicker by the hour
I don't want it, no I don't want it
My tongue is thickening, my blood is turning sour
I don't want it, no I've been poisoned

Don't blame me for being ashamed of myself
I just really feel pathetic being broken in half
Stuck in a phase, hoping it passes me by
I pleaded not guilty but the judge made up his mind

With sweaty palms, I pat myself on the back
"Good job, you gave yourself a heart attack, baby"
I dropped something, could you please drive me back?
I lost my mind inside the funhouse, baby

I'm such a bad boy
I didn't take my medication
Now something's very wrong

Feels like I'm getting sicker by the hour
I don't want it, no I don't want it
My tongue is thickening, my blood is turning sour
I don't want it, no I've been poisoned

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