I realize I missed a day, but I'm too wrecked to care anyway. I look around and see this face, what the hell have I lost my taste. Don't want to find out, just want to cut out.
I'm walking down the street, I'm feeling kinda beat. From dragging myself to nowhere. Would you wanna hold my hand, No you wouldn't understand. Blame it on society, No ones good enough.
All the bottles and the ashes blanket the ground.. The sluts stagger out with their skirts hiked up, right on time now.. I think it's time to go home. Do you wanna go home? (whoa!).