I can't stand this room. It must be time to move. I cuss out the moon and hide my pictures of you. Is it just like me to be this mean? Careful how you speak, I may not come clean.
I don't believe in anything. Does that make me naive? I don't believe in anything. Fuck what I want, I've got needs (that I have to meet).
I dressed up in the nicest clothes I had, with nervous coughs and uncomfortable laughs. I'm driving drunk again on your behalf. It starts and stops and stutters 'til the crash.
Should I say I'm sorry? Should I say I'm sorry? Should I be sorry?
All these things I thought would save me won't. Now I'm afraid that I should not come home. All these things I thought would save me won't. Embrace the emptiness and up the dose.