Sometimes I can still hear my sister grinding her teeth While I'm in the next room just trying to sleep The drugs are kicking in And it's probably just a dream But I can't shake the feeling that I've already peaked And all of my friends just pretend to like me Reality's sinking in and it's not looking good for me Shot up through the ceiling, I was feeling sort of funny Floating past the window And looking back down over my body So take me to the top where the air is hollow And nothing seems to grow Sometimes I wake up at 3AM and see my name Spelled out in smoke So when the devil comes to get me, Tell him I never had a soul 'Cause when the anger reached my heart It hardened into a lump of coal Am I dead? Not yet But sometimes I think it'd be much better than This