C C/B
Let's get f****d up and die.
C F G C
I am speaking figuratively of course.
C C/B Am
Like the last time that I committed suicide.
G
"Social suicide."
C C/B
Yeah, so I'm already dead,
C F G C
On the inside but I can still pretend.
C C/B Am G
With my memories and photographs I have learned to love the lie.
F G Am G
I want to know what its like to be awkward and innocent, not belligerent.
F G Am G
I want to know how it feels to be useful and pertinent and have common sense,yeah.
F G Am
Let me in, let me into the club 'cause I want to belong,
G/B
And I need to get strong.
F G
And if memory serves I'm addicted to words.
C
And they're useless...in this department.
Let's get f****d up and die.
I'm riding hard on the last legs of every lie.
And the BMX bike of my life is about to explode.
I'm about to explode.
I'm a mess I'm a wreck.
I am perfect and I have learned to accept,
All my problems and shortcomings 'cause I'm so visceral, yet deeply inept.
I want to thank you for being a part of my.
"Forget me nots and marigolds and other things that don't get old."
Is it legal to do this?
I surely don't know.
It's the only way I have learned to express myself,
Through other peoples descriptions of life.
I'm afraid, I'm alone and entirely useless...in this department.
Let's get f****d up and die.
For the last time with feelings we'll try not to smile.
As we cover our heads and drink heavily into the nights that still shock and surprise.
I believe that I can overcome this and beat everything in the end.
But I choose to abuse for the time being.
Maybe I'll win. But for now I've decided to die.
Sister soldier you've been such a positive influence on my mental frame.
If I could ever repay you I would but I'm hard up for cash and my memory lacks
Initiative. g*****n the liquor store's closed we were so close to scoring.
It hurts, it destroys 'til it kills. I am tired and hungry and totally useless...
In this department.
