The Last Thing I'll Ever Say Here Is...
Let's get fucked up and die...
(I'm speaking figuratively, of course)
Like the last time 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've 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 lines of every lie,
And this 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,
Because 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 around peoples' descriptions of life.
When I'm not free I'm alone and entirely useless.
In this apartment,
Let's get fucked up and die.
For the last time I'm feeling we'll try not to smile
As we cover our heads and drink heavily into the night
Thats no shock and surprise.
I believe that I can overcome this and beat everything in the end
But I chose to refuse for the time being,
Maybe I'll win, but for now I've decided to die.
Such a 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 stores closed,
We were so close to scoring, it hurts it destroys 'til it kills...
I am tired and hungry and totally useless.
(I'm speaking figuratively, of course)
Like the last time 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've 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 lines of every lie,
And this 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,
Because 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 around peoples' descriptions of life.
When I'm not free I'm alone and entirely useless.
In this apartment,
Let's get fucked up and die.
For the last time I'm feeling we'll try not to smile
As we cover our heads and drink heavily into the night
Thats no shock and surprise.
I believe that I can overcome this and beat everything in the end
But I chose to refuse for the time being,
Maybe I'll win, but for now I've decided to die.
Such a 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 stores closed,
We were so close to scoring, it hurts it destroys 'til it kills...
I am tired and hungry and totally useless.