It consumes me, the guilt for just living,
existing isn't easy, I try not
to do bad things, but I'm human.
They catch me. I'm a sinner, and I don't
deserve to be happy. Self
destruction is essential,
a gruesome necessity.
I used to stick pins through my skin.

Now it's pills, smoke and gin,
it's beautiful boys that I won't see again.
Living for the thrill of the chase,
the dragon, I need to keep running
away from my daemons,
keep up the pace, catch the
old feeling of knowing my place
in the world.
It's three PM and I'm still in bed.
Maybe soon I'll get dressed.
Maybe soon I'll go eat,
"you look sick" they said,
it's all in my head.
It's all in my head.