What once we believed 
 to be so glorious and freeing's 
 just a [bad word] 
 and in retrospect the good times 
 that we've had don't seem so worth it 
 when I'm wakin' up in cold sweat 
 shakin' on some stranger's white leather couch 
 with a head full of regrets 

 I've made up my bed 
 now i guess it's time to sleep 
 swaddled up in sterile white sheets 
 I'm losin' touch 

 Little blue pills 
 to help me sleep 
 don't like my life 
 so i take seven when i drink 
 wake up in the AM 
 still shakin' from the mayhem 
 with the door off of its hinge 

 Call me lady vodka 
 there's only three tears I can shed 
 weary and broken 
 but just can't rest well in this bed 
 ink stained carpets 
 and stolen cars 
 I gave you everything 
 and all you gave me were these scars 

 i [bad word] hate you 
 i [bad word] hate you 
 [bad word] i love you 
 [bad word] i love you 
 but we both know if we ever 
 stick together 
 we'll just tear ourselves apart 

 You are my sunshine 
 my only sunshine 
 you make me happy 
 but the skies are grey 
 you are my heroin 
 but there's an abscess 
 [bad word] me missed the vein 

 She's scratchin'' her pen 
 through the pages in her notebook 
 scratching' the blade of her knife 
 into her hip 
 (at least they're hidden) 
 a quarter of our lives gone by 
 knees nailed to the ground 
 begging for more 

 Forcin' that needle in his vein 
 forcin' that liquor down his throat 
 (well that's just how i cope) 
 quarter of our lives gone by 
 knees nailed to the ground 
 begging for more 

 [bad word]