Famous Last Words

And I fell into this hole of self destruction every thought hitting me like a soccer punch to the stomach.

Someone free me? Someone love me?

The feeling pours out from the pretty pictures on my wrist where I hope the paint runs out.

Someone save me? Someone take me?

And alas I am dead, the cooling air settles around me.

This parade it is black. Someone be my hero?

The marching band plays for my sweet return and some wails that I stay.

In this war I am no son. Someone forgive me?

The teenagers they scare me and the cubicles suffocate me.

Sleep it haunts me. Someone take me to a church?

My lover lives for the demolition and I fear the night.

Her starry eyes look straight into mine. Someone buy me roses?

The dancing shoes come out and she dances to the tune of my death.

I take all the poison. Did I tell you what I do for a living?

The pills help me fall and he blew his brains out on the ceiling.

I drive down this road. Does she watch over me?

This house of wolves is vacant and your ghost is haunting me.

These are my famous last words. Did I ever tell you that I don’t love you?