Let's get fucked up and die I'm speaking literally, of course Like the last time that I committed suicide EVE 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, 'cause I wanna belong And I need to get strong, and if memory serves I'm addicted to words and they're useless
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