Lying naked on the floor Now you've done it again I thought you had so much to say? Now you're screaming at the ceiling It's just not fun anymore
This isn't violent. No, it's not even new Just spun and dumb In the well that I've been filling I didn't ask you to count All the days I've been complaining ‘Cause I know it won't bring back any feeling I'm not done, I'm just thinking
You've got to feel something more than just okay But you won't even try You're "just fine" So the story goes Throw it away
Harsh tastes kicking down The backs of your teeth No, there’s no more reasons That I shouldn't be here Is there even anybody left That I can disappoint? Candace, I'm so sick of complaining
And when I woke up at your house Amongst all the death on the walls I never had the chance to tell you That I realized that I never had the chance to tell you That I realized that I didn't wanna die anymore And I should thank you for that I probably should've thanked you for that