it's already been two months
and I'm broken down in bed
I swear to god you'll be the death of me
after everything I've done

tell me how long
can this go on
'til I start faking it
like I did before

oh shut the fuck up
the pain's still here
might talk a big game
but I can see through your fears

I thought you loved me
maybe I was wrong
I mean it wouldn't be the first time
I fucked things up

I could just use some reassurance
that I'm actually fucking normal
'cause the days of the week
I just can't seem to take them

if you've got a problem with the seasons
you should take it up with God
since you're so hell-bent
on the existence of one

I'd trade you in a second
for an eight ball of heroin
pretty soon I'm going to choke on
every word I never meant

I'm already at this point
where you're always on my mind
I'd rather shoot up 
and get to sleep tonight

I can't fucking take this.

Ibogaine

You're Worth More

Bad Decisions

Good People

I'm lost with what you put me through,
but i wont go home without you though.

I did what I had to.

David-George Oldham