Let's get fucked up and die...
I'm speaking figuratively, of course...
Like the last time that I committed suicide... social suicide...
Yeah, so I'm already dead on the inside,
But I can still pretend with my memories and photographs,
I have learned to love the lie.

I wanna know what it's like to be awkward and innocent, not belligerent.
I wanna know how it feels to be useful and pertinent and have common sense... yeah
Let me in, let me in to the club, 'cause I wanna belong,
And I need to get strong, and if memory serves,
I'm addicted to words and they're useless.

(In this apartment)
Let's get fucked up and die...
I'm riding hard on the last legs of every lie,
And the BMX bike of my life is about to explode,
I'm about to explode.
I'm a mess, I'm a wreck.
I am perfect, and I have learned to accept all my problems and short comings,
Cause I am so visceral, yet deeply inept.

I want to thank you for being a part of my forget-me-nots and marigolds...
And all the things that don't get old...
Is it legal to do this? I surely don't know.
It's the only way I have learned to express myself through other peoples' descriptions of life...
I'm afraid I'm alone and entirely useless...

(In this apartment)
Let's get fucked up and die.
For the last time with feeling
We'll try not to smile
As we cover our heads and drink heavily into the nights
That still shock and surprise.
I believe that I can, overcome this and beat everything in the end
But I choose to abuse for the time being,
Maybe I'll win, but for now I've decided to die.

Sister soldier
You've been such a positive influence on my mental frame
If I could ever repay you,
I would, but I'm hard up for cash
And my memory lacks initiative.

God damn the liquor store's closed,
We were so close to scoring
It hurts, it destroys 'til it kills...
I am tired and hungry and totally useless.
(In this apartment)