Maybe you're still sad, oh well.
And maybe you're still scared of hell.
You been running all your life from it.
Maybe you hate your Dad and that's ok.
Maybe you miss your Mom for going away too young.
It's not like you were bad.
It's not like this ain't sad.
Knowing you're running all alone.
Still hiding and hoping there's a home.
Baby, I'm too fucked up anyway.
Don't want, don't care, don't need to be saved.
It's not like you can see.
It's not like I can see.
It's not like we can find peace.
Knowing you're running all alone.
Still hiding and hoping there's a home.
I'm still laughing.
And maybe I'm paying for your mistakes.
And maybe I'll finally fade away.
It's not like you were bad.
It's not like I am bad.
It's not like we were bad but I'm still laughing.
Are you still laughing?