Only a couple more days until I'm numb again. 

Wish me luck and light this fuse. 

I never said this wasn't a work in progress. 

Well, what am I supposed to do with this life? 

Delicate explosions and violent nights. 

Hands up, head down, touch your left shoulder, then the right. 

And you, I want you to look at these eyes: my eyes are open! 

This is my life and it's leaving me with every breath. 

This is my life and I regret, oh I regret. 

This is my life and I'm still waiting to live it.