Lyrics

I think I’d rather be dead than here right now
(No I don’t want you around)
I’d rather be six feet underground
Dirt in my ears really deafens the sound
I could get some sleep and think this out
Instead of watching my whole life
Spiral down
Split apart at the seams
Crushing all of my dreams
I bet I couldn’t sell my soul for a spot on your TV

I guess I’m still angry
I bet you still hate me
It’s a real mystery that anyone loves me
I don’t trust anyone who trusts me for a second
Disarm the fuse every week when you check in on me

Nobody wants to hear me speak
Can’t say that I disagree
Cuz I’m so tired of hearing me describe how I’m doing
(Don’t believe a word he says)
You wonder why I drink find my own ride
It’s cuz sometimes I don’t care to make it home alive
No voice of mine
No friend to me
Grim’s coming for what’s left of the man that you see

I guess I’m still angry
I bet you still hate me
It’s a real mystery that anyone loves me
I don’t trust anyone who trusts me for a second
Disarm the fuse every week when you check in on me

A permanent rain is all I see
The deepest grave out at sea
A nihilist killed the optimist
Came back home to an
Apathist

I guess I’m still angry
I bet you still hate me
It’s a real mystery that anyone loves me
I don’t trust anyone who trusts me for a second
Disarm the fuse every week when you check in on me