I can't do anything
No one is 'round to make me sing
My friend is gone
And now he's just a puppet
Playing out better days the strings of fate won't let him change
So let me sink into a pool of chlorine
Let me drink until I cannot think
So I can drown out that false memory of just exactly what you meant to me
If all this is a joke, a pre-death movie made to make me sick, then f*ck it I don't care
Though I still hope that you're out there somewhere
But I need a break so I'll keep an eye out for that Audrey, though I may feel tawdry
I think it's time that I finally let go
Filling myself with vices I'll enjoy the show
I can't do anything
She ain't here and I might as well not exist
What kind of life am I leading?
Is time just wounded and bleeding?
F*ck you!
This isn't weed!
It's oregano!