Let's get fucked up and die
I'm speaking figuratively, of course
Like the last time that I committed suicide - social suicide
Yeah, so I'm already dead
On the inside but I can still pretend
With my memories and photographs
I've learned to love the lie

I wanna know what it's like to be awkward and innocent, not belligerent
I wanna know how it feels to be useful and pertinent and have common sense
Let me in, let me in to the club, cuz I wanna belong
And I need to get strong, and if memory serves
I'm addicted to words and they're useless
In this department

Let's get fucked up and die
I'm riding hard on the last lines of every lie
And the BMX bike of my life is about to explode
I'm about to explode
I'm a mess, I'm a wreck
I am perfect, and I have learned to accept
All my problems and short comings
Because I am so visceral, yet deeply inept

I want to thank you for being a part of my forget-me-nots and marigolds
And other things that don't get old
Is it legal to do this? I surely don't know
It's the only way I have learned to express myself, through other peoples' descriptions of life
I'm afraid I'm alone and entirely useless
In this department

Let's get fucked up and die
For the last time with feeling, we'll try not to smile
As we cover our heads and drink heavily into the night
That's no shock and surprise
I believe that I can overcome this and beat everything in the end
But I chose to refuse for the time being
Maybe I'll win, but for now I've decided to die

Sister soldier, you've been such a positive influence on my mental frame
If I could ever repay you, I would, but I'm hard up for cash
And my memory lacks initiative

God damn, the liquor store's closed
We were so close to scoring
It hurts it destroys til it kills
I am tired and hungry and totally useless
In this department