I threw up my vocal chords,
my lungs are punctured
and it still took three long months
for these words to come out right.

You got that look in your eyes,
the one that tells me you're sick and fucking tired
of listening to me now.

Still there's no one else to talk to,
no one else to open up to.
Would you give me one last chance?

Either way I'm fucking lost.

Would you dare
or even care
if I told you everything's alright?

Take these words,
shove them away
and believe them any other day.

I tried to drown these thoughts
in alcohol, just put on a drunken smile
and the two of you looked tired.

I've lost all integrity
in a bottle of shame
and a million cigarettes.
I knew you'd give up on me.

There is nothing I could say to you
to convince you that these words are true
so I just pass out in front of you.

Oh I'm so fucking lost.