Choke your laughter Call your doctor All in all, we're only who we meet Morning after Pain is passion And an incurable disease I thought I knew what I knew What this life was supposed to be I burn my lips, I kiss the sun I fall head first into the sea, I run And I pull up to the red light afraid Its never too late to give up I'll end up taking the L one day But I am only the rules I break I mend all my bones Its irony that I'm stuck at home I put on my coat Its irony that Im so damn cold I waste all this prose Its irony that I'm all alone I charge up my phone Its irony that I get no calls (give up)