Can't You Just Make Fun Of The Way I Talk Again So Things Can Go Back To The Way They Used To Be?
I must confess and get this off my chest That life without you's gray,I'm miserable at best So I need you to take this one last test To put an end to this whole fucking mess Plant a bullet inside my God damn brain Lay me down to rest, release the clouds and rain I'd rather die at your hands than live like this in my head So please won't you kill me, won't you kill me Miss Hass?
I am so jaded There's a correlation To the way that I feel from your consolation prize It's that look in your eyes when you look into mine and tell me one day I'll be fine Though I won't, but that's okay. I'll watch all of these days pass and slowly waste away With these thoughts in my head of you and I in my bed Your hand in mine, I was so content.