Wide-eyed, wild-eyed. I'm feeling stupid, but just sometimes. Sometimes I'm crazy, sometimes I'm naive, and sometimes I'm half-way to death. 'Cause all my friends, yeah they all left, except Chris Reject, he's the best.

Sometimes I get [bad word] at nights when one drink turns fast into five and then I start thinking of how many different ways my driving can take my life. And I'm all alone when I'm not alone. And what's worse is that I kind of like that.

Relationships don't burn, they fade out. So I know I won't burn, I'll fade out. 'Cause all my friends, yeah they all left for insects.

Sometimes I get [bad word] at nights when one drink turns fast into five and most nights I'm too [bad word] to drive and then I start thinking of how many different ways my driving can take my life. And I'm all alone and I'm always thinking. My heart makes me angry, my thoughts make me thirsty and I have had too much to drink so I'm not alone.