Spent most of last night draging this leg,

for the corpes of all my past mistakes.

Shove me out. The jokes on you when your sore

and you wore the wound.

Empty another bottle and let me tare you to pieces,

this is me wishing you in to the worst Situation

I'm the kind of kid that can't let anything go,

but you wouldn't know a good thing if it came up and slit your throat.