Let's get $#&@ed up and die..
I'm speaking figuratively, of course..
Like the last time that 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 have 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, 'cause 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 $#&@ed 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,
Cause I am so visceral, yet deeply inept.


I want to thank you for being a part of my 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 through other peoples' descriptions of life..
I'm afraid I'm alone and entirely useless...


(In this department)
Let's get $#&@ed up and die.

For the last time with feeling
We'll try not to smile
As we cover our heads and drink heavily into the nights

That still shock 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 store's closed,

We were so close to scoring
It hurts, it destroys 'til it kills..
I am tired and hungry and totally useless.

(In this department)