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My eyes feel like they’re gonna bleed
Dried up and bulging out my skull
My mouth is dry my face is numb
Fucked up and spun out in my room
On my own here we go
My mind is set on over-drive
The clock is laughing in my face
crooked spine my sense is dull
Past the point of delerium
On my own here we go
that's what you get for falling again you can never get him out of your head
I swear I just went through this about a year ago... actually exactly a year ago.
I'm not as sad as I thought I'd be, in 41 days I'll grace your presence once again and be a debutante.
Friends, can't live with 'em can't live without 'em
I'm growing tired of the same old shit
Getting fed up with the same damn drama
My ears are as of now closed to the same bullshit.
Sat down and talked to Christina for the longest hour... and it's come to this:
"You realize it's just a phase, when you're talking about the same things; whether it'd be about people, about the shit you did, about the crap you bought. While you're getting sick of it all, they're still continuing.. the drama (that's silent/secret), the phonecalls about nothing, and the meetings that lead to the same damn old routine"
And you just become so tired -- that it all doesn't even matter.
Friends? Some of you people are leeches,
I want you to get your act straight, I'm not saying I'm perfect -- but fuck me sideways -- I am trying to be a good damn friend, you know -- one that's with you throughout all the bullshit, a person who can listen AND talk in equal porportions before you go and try and figure who you all are I'm not mad at one -- I'm mad at most.
Fuck man, we're all crazy
Dried up and bulging out my skull
My mouth is dry my face is numb
Fucked up and spun out in my room
On my own here we go
My mind is set on over-drive
The clock is laughing in my face
crooked spine my sense is dull
Past the point of delerium
On my own here we go
that's what you get for falling again you can never get him out of your head
I swear I just went through this about a year ago... actually exactly a year ago.
I'm not as sad as I thought I'd be, in 41 days I'll grace your presence once again and be a debutante.
Friends, can't live with 'em can't live without 'em
I'm growing tired of the same old shit
Getting fed up with the same damn drama
My ears are as of now closed to the same bullshit.
Sat down and talked to Christina for the longest hour... and it's come to this:
"You realize it's just a phase, when you're talking about the same things; whether it'd be about people, about the shit you did, about the crap you bought. While you're getting sick of it all, they're still continuing.. the drama (that's silent/secret), the phonecalls about nothing, and the meetings that lead to the same damn old routine"
And you just become so tired -- that it all doesn't even matter.
Friends? Some of you people are leeches,
I want you to get your act straight, I'm not saying I'm perfect -- but fuck me sideways -- I am trying to be a good damn friend, you know -- one that's with you throughout all the bullshit, a person who can listen AND talk in equal porportions before you go and try and figure who you all are I'm not mad at one -- I'm mad at most.
Fuck man, we're all crazy