my one day off from work this week
i spent on the couch pretending not to sleep
is 2:30 too early to start drinking?
i said, "who needs friends when you've got drugs?"
i'd rather drugs than obsessing on past loves
love, what a letdown
if this is the last you hear from me
please don't take it personally
i've wasted words, my mouth is dry
i promise this won't be the day i die
too late now, i'm six feet deep
in agony, with every flail i sink
did you save all your malice just for me?
i said, "who need drugs when you've got hate
coursing more than blood straight through your veins?"
i always say i'm sorry