I'd give anything for a saturday night
the fiber glass in my pinky brings me back to it
when shots of pain shoot up my finger every moment that I
press it too hard against a tea bag, losing touch with reality
holding onto a bottlecap and a song in my head
I didn't know my heart was capable of this
I can't say I won't have nightmares again tonight, but at least I cleaned that refrigerator well
someone pull me out of this
because I'm starting to think I should have been gone at about sophomore year
took me long enough to ruin a couple lives
"it makes me sick that they'd both be better off without me"
but they won't say it, heaven knows they don't know it
I wonder what it would be to be free
