Let's get fucked up and die.. I'm speaking figuratively, of course.. Like the last time I committed suicide.. social suicide.. Yeah, so I'm already dead on the inside, But I can still pretend with my memories and photographs, I've learned to love the lie. I wanna know what it's like to be awkward and innocent, not belligerent. I wanna know how it feels to be useful and pertinent and have common sense.. yeah Let me in, let me in to the club, cuz I wanna belong, And I need to get strong, and if memory serves, I'm addicted to words and they're useless. (In this department) Let's get fucked up and die.. I'm riding hard on the last legs of every lie, And the BMX bike of my life is about to explode, I'm about to explode. I'm a mess, I'm a wreck. I am perfect, and I have learned to accept all my problems and short comings, Because I am so visceral, yet deeply inept. I want to thank you for being a part of my the forget-me-nots and marigolds.. And all the things that don't get old.. Is it legal to do this? I surely don't know. It's the only way I have learned to express myself around other peoples' descriptions of life.. I'm afraid I'm alone and entirely useless... (In this department) Let's get fucked up and die. For the last time I'm feeling we'll try not to smile As we cover our heads and drink heavily into the nights That’s no shocking and surprise. I believe that I can, overcome this and beat everything in the end But I choose to abuse for the time being, maybe I'll win, but for now I've decided to die. Sister soldier You’ve been such a positive influence on my mental frame If I could ever repay you, I would, but I'm hard up for cash And my memory lacks initiative. God damn the liquor stores' closed, were so close to scoring it hurts, it destroys til it kills.. I am tired and hungry and totally useless. (In this department)