Check out the mess I’ve made
 I’m 19 and I’m plotting graves
 I’ve got some special K
 And an 8 ball of fun
 3 bags why not
 Tonight I take the bible to the grave
 Well I’m going out
 Oh yes, I’m checking out
 I’m a waste of being and by gosh I believe
 This is really me OD’ing
 I’m OD’ing
 Oh [bad word]  I’m bleeding from my mouth
 Another walks in on a respiratory failure gone right
 Can a failure go right? I’m a failure gone right
 What kind of friend leaves the door locked and [bad word] in?
 Is he afraid what he’ll find? Is he ashamed I got there first?
 Was it fun [bad word] an act on life? Was it fun?
 Was it fun to call my dad to pick me up? Weighing in at 101
 Was it fun to say the foil on the floor was from the junkie the night before?
 Lying to cheat and cheating to steal
 We are all just teenage criminals
 Hold on, Hold on
 And just grab a grip
 Its never been shocking before
 They couldn’t put it past me anymore
 No, not anymore
 [bad word] moral sin
 I pray I don’t go back to the way I was before
 But I’ve never liked to feel
 No, don’t like to feel
 More likely I’m no better than a suicidal god of war
 No you never wanted me
 I swear I didn’t write this because I care
 I’m writing, I’m just being honest
 The record just needs its fair share
 I’m no son of god, right?
 What is the color of night?
 Some it’s black, it’s just right
 And at the end of the day
 It’s alright