I pressed the blade against my skin
And it began to dig in...

It's an old tradition
The working class religion...

The screens are blank
the world is cold...

Gary the snail
He's really cool...

My dog ran away,
He just wouldn't stay...

Shallow drinks of my beer
just to help keep me clear...

Empty. no emotion
im not here...

Why do we have to talk
I wanna die on my sofa...

I hear it in my brain
That drives me insane...

I would cry
But my emotions...

Once a upon a time
When the sun still shined...

A new set of friends. hopes and dreams
i cant be your back up plan...