I'm fucking beyond help.
The pastor says I'm good, but Jesus Christ, I'm never good.
I'll nail my hands up to the wall,
I'll nail my hands up to the wall
And yeah, The pastor says I'm good, but Jesus Christ, I'm never good.
I'll nail my hands up to the wall,
I'll nail my hands up to the wall
And yeah,
The doctor's were nice enough,
they just said i'm fucked,
just like my mom is fucked,
I bet your dad's fucked up,
And in the blacklight, I could tell a sick joke, maybe in the black light, I could tell a sick joke,
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
alcoholics don't get far unless they drink and drive, lets go for a ride, and i hope I crash and die tonight, I hope I crash and die tonight saying,
"I do not like you, I do not mind him much, you were just my first now I've had I'm cool to the touch, leap to my death, I'll die for my friends, I'll lie till the end."
It goes like this,
Well I aint sorry.
With broken wrists,
I climb from these walls.
My.
Skin.
Crawls.
