I've got so much running through my head
There's gotta be a better way, but you think that I'm better off dead.
But lately I don't give a shit
About anyone or anything, no more
If I go down
Run for cover
This ship is going under
And I'll be seeing you in hell
You say I'm crazy
But you're just dead weight, baby
And I'll be doing fine by myself
I've got so much time now on my hands
Well, I could tell you how it feels
But I don't think you'd understand
And lately I've been losing sleep
Over thoughts of you and me
If I go down, then I'm taking you with me
I carry weight that is not yours
You push with pressure that I don't deserve
I wasn't sure you deserved anything at all
You were bad luck and I'm for days; sour
Nothing speaks to me
Nothing comforts me
You are your own worst critic

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