Song Lyrics
Yeah so i m already dead on the inside, let s get fucked up and die
Useful and pertinent and have common sense, for the last time with feeling we ll try not to smile, not belligerent
I surely don t know, in this department, for the last time with feeling we ll try not to smile
I m addicted to words and they re useless, but i can still pretend
For the last time with feeling we ll try not to smile, i m speaking figuratively
I believe that i can, i m afraid i m alone and entirely useless
Goddamn the liquor store s closed, in this department FUAD, til it kills
all my problems and short comings
I m speaking figuratively, in this department L.G., if i could ever repay you i would but i m hard up for cash
I m speaking figuratively, overcome this and beat everything in the end
Useful and pertinent and have common sense, but i can still pretend L.G., let me in to the club
i want to thank you for being a part
i m riding hard on the last lines of every lie
Is it legal to do this, cause i wanna belong and i need to get strong
Like the last time that i committed suicide, sister soldier you ve been
And the bmx bike of my life is about to explode, like the last time that i committed suicide, with my memories and photographs
Cause i am so visceral yet deeply inept, maybe i ll win but for now i ve decided to die Soundtrack, and if memory serves
It s the only way i have learned to express myself, maybe i ll win but for now i ve decided to die
I surely don t know, social suicide FUAD, not belligerent
i m addicted to words and they re useless
It s the only way i have learned to express myself, in this department
I want to thank you for being a part, if i could ever repay you i would but i m hard up for cash
If i could ever repay you i would but i m hard up for cash, til it kills L.G., that s no shock and surprise
I am perfect and i have learned to accept, til it kills
I m speaking figuratively, but i choose to abuse for the time being Motion, sister soldier you ve been
We re so close to scoring, and all the things that don t get old
As we cover our heads and drink heavily into the night, like the last time that i committed suicide City, i wanna know how it feels to be
For the last time with feeling we ll try not to smile, in this department
I wanna know how it feels to be, but i choose to abuse for the time being
let s get fucked up and die
not belligerent
I wanna know what it s like to be, i wanna know how it feels to be, let s get fucked up and die