You say you hate me? Well, I bet I hate myself more Your comments don't phase me And death threats aren't my worst problem anymore The thoughts subside I'm able to push through for one night more But suicide is creeping up on my back door I'm able to ignore it at first until I just can't anymore This feels like bad karma, or a curse sent straight to my core I soaked the floorboards, they're rotting Can't stand the smell anymore (Can't stand the smell anymore)
I'm making out with death Every day I'm isolated Is another baby step To full-on seduction The way my walls cave in Would make you think this house is haunted And the toothpaste stains on my shirt Would make you think that I had brushed them
My teenage years are meaningless For God's sake, we're living in the apocalypse And I can't go outside Without thinking I could die My formative years are wasted Even if the president won't face it And the end keeps creeping closer, I can taste it
I've been fighting illness Since I was about eight years old But it's not physical, baby It's one hundred percent mental, ahh Sometimes I think I would rather catch the virus itself Than leave my emotional health to rot on the shelf
I'm making out with death Every day I'm isolated Is another baby step To full-on seduction The way my walls cave in Would make you think this house is haunted And the toothpaste stains on my shirt Would make you think that I had brushed them
My teenage years are meaningless For God's sake, we're living in the apocalypse And I can't go outside Without thinking I could die My formative years are wasted Even if the president won't face it And the end keeps creeping closer, I can taste it
My bones are dry, my lungs are weak But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing? My bones are dry, my lungs are weak But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing? My bones are dry, my lungs are weak But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing? My bones are dry, my lungs are weak But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing? My bones are dry, my lungs are weak (I'm making out with death) But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing? (Every day I'm isolated) My bones are dry, my lungs are weak (Is another baby step) But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing? (To full-on seduction) My bones are dry, my lungs are weak (The way my walls cave in) But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing? (Would make you think this house is haunted) My bones are dry, my lungs are weak (And the toothpaste stains on my shirt) But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing? (Would make you think that I had brushed them)
My teenage years are meaningless (My bones are dry, my lungs are weak) (I'm making out with death) For God's sake, we're living in the apocalypse (But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing?) (Every day I'm isolated) My teenage years are meaningless (My bones are dry, my lungs are weak) (Is another baby step) For God's sake, we're living in the apocalypse (But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing?) (To full-on seduction) My teenage years are meaningless (My bones are dry, my lungs are weak) (The way my walls cave in) For God's sake, we're living in the apocalypse (But my brain is dead, would I feel a thing?) (Would make you think this house is haunted) My teenage years are meaningless (My bones are dry, my lungs are weak) (And the toothpaste stains on my shirt) For God's sake, we're living in the apocalypse (But my brain is dead) (Would make you think that I had–)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
