Going home to empty my veins
out over the coffee table
When you called me crazy
you must've bit your tongue
I'm a walking panic attack
Clenched fists and red eyes
I'm a suicide note all torn to shreds
in the trash can at the top of the stairs
And I'm just aching to pretend
that I'm still trying to stay alive
With my fingers crossed behind my back
and dug six inches deep into my spine
I'm faking it just hard enough
to sleep uninterrupted