let me blink, don’t disappear
I only want to be your friend
Stay here
Blow me off just like the rest
Put your knife right through my chest
I know
I promise my intent was fine, but somewhere along the line
I fucked up
All I do is bitch and moan, a leper king upon the throne
By myself
But I’m always getting better, I’m always getting practice
But all my vile memories have got me by the throat
I see you on my mattress, I see you on the floor
I try to dream of better days, but it leaves me wanting more
It’s ok now, carry on
I don’t need you now, I’m happy
I’m just another sad white boy, moaning about all of his problems