Can’t You Just Make Fun Of The Way I Talk Again So Things Can Go Back To The Way They Used To Be?
I must confess and get this off my chest
That life without you's gray, I'm miserable at best
So I need you to take this one last test
To put an end to this whole fucking mess
Plant a bullet inside my goddamn brain
Lay me down to rest, release the clouds and rain
I'd rather die at your hands than live like this in my head
So please won't you kill me, won't you kill me Miss Hass?

I am so jaded
There's a correlation
To the way that I feel from your consolation prize
It's that look in your eyes when you look into mine
And tell me one day I'll be fine
Though I won't, but that's okay
I'll watch all of these days pass and slowly waste away
With these thoughts in my head of you and I in my bed
Your hand in mine, I was so content