Dead or Dying
I'm cutting holes in the back of eyes
To make room for all the black skies that I can't see
They can't see me

Making friends with some kids from a new town
Buried bodies coming up from the ground now
And I am dead or dying
I am tired of trying now

I spent a month living out on the East Coast
It made me realize just who I love most
And that's not you
That's not you

Well, I'm sorry for the things that I said, dear
But you and I were left in last year
And now we're gone
We've been for so long

We've been for so long
We've been for so long
We've been for so long
I've come to terms with the fact that I'm dying
And my lungs are turning black from the smoking
But I am not afraid
No, I am not afraid

I've come to terms with the fact that I'm dying
And my lungs are turning black from the smoking
But I am not afraid
No, I am not afraid