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