Strung out - Strung out again. I'm looking for that second chance. I've reached out - I've reached out for friends. I think I know how the story ends.
You cut me back down to size. Whenever you decide. Can barely stand the sight. Of your plastic grin against the light. . With a forceful hand we collide.
Deathbed - I bled - Downhearted. . Don't toss me out like your last cigarette. I'm one of your own. Bled my way up from under it. Tryin to fill that hole.
If you're looking to tell it all - And save your soul. I know what you can do. You can start by letting me in - So we can begin. To mend these salted wounds.
Bitch, bitch such a lonely bitch, bitch sitting on my bed. More lonely than you know. Wish, wish, wish I could've been, been something more than this.
Dear son, Daddy's never comin back home. He passed on, claim him as one of your own. My mind's numb, nothing has been clearer than this. They found him on the rug at the Golden Gate Inn.
The calm that disturbs you. You don't think I've done a thing for you it's okay, it's okay. And you drag yourself about. You creep along, along you creep anyway it's okay.
You came to me with this. And now I've been robbed. . I bit off my fingertips. And why'd I even get involved?. . Gave all I had to give. But that wasn't good enough.
Sooner or Later - I thought that a savior. Would come to save us all. It seems that he left us - to fend for ourselves - just. To try and make us strong.