[Verse 1]

I’m not afraid to fail, got time but I hate the smell
Let’s stop to sniff the rose’s thorn, send me straight to [bad word] 
Been on this raft for weeks, no sign of help or a beach
I lose sight of the bigger part
And I’m really laying on the airbed at Sean Martin’s
Bleeding and starving, looking for a niche, nothing to carve in
Except my left arm which is already scarred
And I’m not them or a mirror, I’m the dog [bad word] in the garden
Haters are so dumb and plus they don’t got to front for us
Especially me, about to jump in front of a bus
I bought a plot but I won’t tell you where I’m buried
Leave your debit card over my eyes so I can pay for the ferry

 [bad word] 

Every morning I just lay in bed cause I don’t wanna wake up
Pick my stupid face up, give my [bad word] away
You’ll take it from me anyway even if I go away
I will never go away

[Verse 2]

My skin is changing, I’m [bad word] what’s inside of me
You guys should start a band that’s called The Four Girls That Lied To Me
You want me in looser jeans, more opinions, less [bad word] 
Why you looking at my legs? That line’s from Wes Eisold
Goes from good to bad, from bad to [bad word] worse
She said she wouldn’t judge me then a gavel fell from her purse
My brain left me in PA, departed CC
Then begged me take it back crying in a bar in CT
Life is so strange, so is God with games
The one wrapped tightly around me like a dog with mange
Kick me in the stomach, I [bad word] myself in the [bad word] street
Left for dead, wanna be knocked out like that but can’t sleep

 [bad word] x 2]

[Verse 3]

I lay and lurk with kooks, pain hurts but suits
What if Ian Curtis were to climb down from the noose
That’s what I thought that dangled from my neck in amazement
 [bad word]  undo hanging myself in my own basement
Sometimes I think I should be more private, keep it secret
But the open book of my life, is it really worth reading?
Cover to cover, there’s something pointing towards leaving
Don’t give a [bad word] what you think, when you finish I’m not breathing
You think the world of a girl and she [bad word] your world
And then you lose your grip regardless of what you curl
You clean yourself up you get laid more, great work, Columbo
 [bad word] is she just [bad word] me cause my bro is D. Palumbo

 [bad word] x 2]