Its like I’m at a party, its like I’m at a funeral.
Shows over and we done good, yeah we done good.
Then why do I feel so empty. Half way through the show,
I started to plan an exit, but I don’t want an accomplice.
I don’t want to hurt anyone. I just don’t want to be here!
The more I’m told I’m loved, the more fucked up I feel.
Like, don’t love me, you really shouldn’t, I’m only going to let you down.
I’m presented with opportunities, I melt down under my own expectations.
Why write a single word if you feel hollow, why bother, why try.
I had albums to write, I had a future, I feel like that all disappeared.
I don’t see a point, I’ve lost the only thing I ever wanted.
Stop looking for a sign of life, I’m dead behind these eyes.
Stop hoping for me, stop believing in me, just let me fucking die!
The next chance I get, I swear I’m gone, the next chance I get…
I’ve lost my love, I’m dead to her, her silence screams to me,
I reach out and feel consumed with my sad reality, we are dead.
I’m just a vessel of nothingness, I should be dead.