Still trying to find Another way to die Some way better than this I'd rather not Talk about it Why should we Find a way To feel ok With the state of today It's gonna be a doozy I tell you what Somebody said I was cold Well I'll tell you no I'm not I get out And I love my fun But I need to get out of this place I'm out I got down And I had my fun But I need to get on with my life It's in the pages That we write to each other We don't own Anything but our hearts Which we so often End up handing off to strangers To strangers Somebody said I was cold Well I'll tell you no I'm not I get out And I love my fun But I need to get out of this place I'm out I got down And I had my fun But I need to get on with my lifemore