words.
they feel so empty
lost, dragged out to sea
feel so dry on my tongue
feel so wasted in my lungs
i'm spitting corpses
awfully morbid
rotten, rotten
soon forgotten
this isn't fun anymore
this wasn't fun before
dragging my feet
like a paraplegic
but really, you all know this well
i'm just feeling sorry for myself
so sorry in my sickness
with none there to witness
so sorry in my health
so sorry for myself
nobody can seem to find
the bugs inside my mind
but baby, when the smack is flowing
all in my veins, i start going
oh, it's spitting in my blood
i touch the lips of love
god, it tastes so good to be dead
feels so warm, lying in this bed
right then, right then, i'm on
and i'm as good as gone
so move along folks, move along
heaven knows i'm strong
you all know this well
so sorry for myself
so sorry in my sickness
no one left to witness
so sorry in my health
so sorry for myself
so selfish, selfish, selfish
but don't you see this
the trigger by my finger?
i hesitate, i linger
but oh, it hurts to be
don't you see
the barrel kissing my temple?
don't you hear my whimper?
it's always been there, always will be
can't you see?
if i was selfish
i would've dealt with this
if i was living for me
oh baby, i wouldn't even *be