I guess maybe I’m just selfish.
I don’t really want to end this.
But I’m too ****** up I have to take the risk.
What I would give for just one more kiss.
I need to get away from here, and make new memories.
Maybe if I find some friends there will be better scenery.
But all I am is a product of subliminal thievery.
So what’s next in this mess I call life?
I’m finding myself wanting to feel the sting of the knife.
But I guess I’ll just settle for trying to be alright.