I'm trying to drown myself
In music
Because any other way
Is frowned upon

Not to mention
All the promises I've made
So for now
The volume is up

I pretend to not be able to hear you
Through my headphones
When in reality
Your words are killing me

Your words hurt me
More than the blasting
Of the bass drum
With the volume on fifteen

I keep turning it up
Volume on seventeen now
I still hear your screams
You really hate me

Up and up
Volume twenty
Maximum volume
The joke is one you

You seem to be forgetting
That I love music
And hate myself
Far more than you ever could