I breathe in, so deeply
I’m stealing all the air
Unseated, still dizzy
From acting like I care

I think I’m dying
Maybe I’m thirsty
I think I must be [bad word] 
Woke up and found Jesus
I think I must be [bad word] 

I’ll always be on my own
 [bad word] and alone
I’ll always be on my own
I’ll always be on my own

I’m a creep, you drain me
It’s dripping everywhere
I’m ugly, you’re boring
I can’t act like I care

I think I’m dying
Maybe I’m thirsty
I think I must be [bad word] 
Woke up and found Jesus
I think I must be [bad word] 

I’ll always be on my own
 [bad word] and alone
I’ll always be on my own
I’ll always be on my own

There’s nothing to prove
There’s nothing to do
There’s nowhere to go
Got nothing to lose

When [bad word] to being high
Got nothing to do
Got nothing to do
Nothing to prove
Nothing to prove
Nothing to prove