I want to go to the beach.
I don't care if it's decadent.
I don't know where my spirit went

but that's allllll right

I want to go to the deep.

cause there's nowhere i want to be
and nobody i want to see
but that's allllll right


particles of pain... in my brain
I guess they're here to stay.

They work their way inside
and i can't hide....
or even walk awayy.....


You can convince the world
that you're some kind of superstar...

when an $$#hole is what you are
but that's alllll right
waiting....

hating....
the %#@! life throws my way...


hating...
waiting...
to make my escape