And I wish for one more day to give my love and repay debts...
I give up. I just…give up. It seems that every time that I try to do something it gets fucked up…so why bother anymore. I mean school sucks so why go to college. I don’t get why its such a big deal or why I care about it so much. I think its because everyone tells me that it’s the most important thing to do….and you can’t make a living without it. But my popa did. So why can’t i? and my friends have been wicked queer lately. I don’t hang out with them anymore because they’re to busy acting like other people or they’re too busy for me so all these things keep bottling up inside of me. And the people who I can talk to I never have time to. Well that’s not really true. I’ve been getting these really bad migraines lately. Like honestly I think that death looks a lot better than going through another one….and I’ve been getting them every day. I don’t know what the hells wrong with me. So then I feel bad because I can’t talk to my friends. I can’t talk to the ones who are here and I can’t talk to the ones who aren’t. I don’t have time to write in this stupid thing anymore because of college stuff and my headaches. I don’t even know why I bother. I should just become a hermit and live in Ireland. I know I’ve said it before but this time I honestly mean it. I honestly think I want to move to Ireland and just get away from everything for a year. I can’t deal with all of this stress. I mean I try to make everyone happy but there’s only one of me. I give up.
Back in school they never taught us what we needed to know,
like how to deal with despair, or someone breaking your heart.
For twelve years I've held it all together but a night like this is begging to pull me apart. I played it quiet, left you deep in conversation.
I felt uncool and hung out around the kitchen.
I remember I kept thinking that I know you never would,
and now I know I want to kill you like only a best friend could.
Everyone's caught on to everything you do
Everyone's caught on to.
As if this happening wasn't enough I got to go
and write a song just to remind myself how bad it sucked.
Ignore the sun, the cover's over my head.
I wrote a message on my pillow that says, "Jesse, stay asleep in bed."
So don't apologize. I hope you choke and die.
Search your cell for something with which to hang yourself.
They say you need to pray if you want to go to heaven
but they don't tell you what to say when your whole life has gone to hell.
Everyone's caught on to everything you do
Everyone's caught on to
And everyone's caught on to everything you do
Everyone's caught on to
So, is that what you call a getaway?
Tell me what you got away with.
Cause I've seen more spine in jellyfish.
I've seen more guts in eleven-year-old kids.
Have another drink and drive yourself home.
I hope there's ice on all the roads.
And you can think of me when you forget your seatbelt,
and again when your head goes through the windshield.
And is that what you call tact?
You're as subtle as a brick in the small of my back.
So let's end this call, and end this conversation.
and is that what you call a getaway?
well tell me what you got away with.
cause you left the frays from the ties you severed
when you say best friends means friends forever
So, is that what you call a getaway?
Well tell me what you got away with.
Cause I've seen more spine in jellyfish.
I've seen more guts in eleven-year-old kids.
Have another drink and drive yourself home.
I hope there's ice on all the roads.
And you can think of me when you forget your seatbelt,
and again when your head goes through the windshield.
Everyone's caught on to everything you do
Everyone's caught on to
And everyone's caught on to everything you do
Everyone's caught on to