It's harder to be yourself than anyone else
So let's have a party
We're like heroin chic, but not that chic
We're just cold and strung out and starving
I wish that I was dead, I wish that you were dead
And we could all just disappear
With the thoughts I think, and the blood and the ink
You can't blame a guy for cutting off his ear
And I miss you
And I'm sorry
I'm talking to myself now
Isn't that alarming
And I miss you
And I'm sorry
I'm talking to myself now
Isn't that alarming
I don't wanna get out of bed
But it's yours, so I have to
It's the least I could do to thank you
For finding me on the floor of your bathroom
We could talk or we could f*ck
Or keep pretending like we don't do either one
Don't get attached, no hard feelings
That was the deal. Didn't you have fun
And I miss you
And I'm sorry
I'm talking to myself now
Isn't that alarming
And I miss you
And I'm sorry
I'm talking to myself now
Isn't that alarming