Written Fall 2010

Hand full of pill helps me manage my psychosis

And a room full of shrinks helps me manage my neurosis

Just because I’m paranoid doesn’t mean I’m safe

Slipping off the straight jacket makes me start to shake

And just because I’m Crazy well that doesn’t make you sane

And just because you’re well dressed doesn’t mean you’re not deranged

Just because I’m fucked up, well that doesn’t make you right

Dark things always lurking that look to hurt you in the night

Refrain (x2)

Fuck Me Fuck You after all we’ve been through

It was you who needed me I never needed you

Fuck me Fuck you nothing else I can do

Done pissing in the wind, not even gonna try, cause I’m dead to you

Just because I was there doesn’t mean I’ll always be

Trying to ignore it doesn’t change the things you see

Never should have asked me if you didn’t want the truth

Addictions and obsessions that dominated both our youth

Call yourself an artist and call me just a whore

But who’s the one who sold out a million times before

Starving for you art doesn’t make it great

I know what I’ve become is everything you hate

Refrain (x2)

So the last time that I reached out well it was the very last

I’m saddened by the loss but guess the past is in the past

So you’re feeding your addictions and I’m feeding my disease

Life is such a bastard and death is such a tease

And a pile of dollar bills helps me manage my obsessions

And a bottle of whiskey helps you manage your direction

A life of tattered memories is all that we have left

I hear the reapers coming for you and you’re barely cheating death

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