No Point to This

There's a bottle of pills in your eyes
paint a picture of your trophies
But tell no one you're not the real author
Pass the love note, and you don't know him
'Cause hes about as real as your toy gun.

Live in your head, die in your notebook,
you find it funny, you're dead inside.
sick inside, insecticide
Can't live without drinking your ink
Shaving your head, burning your bed

Rid yourself of your disguise
I'm making money off of the shows, see.
The rape victim's skin is getting softer
The taste of vomit reminds me of him
'Cause hes about as real as my shotgun.

Live in your head, die in your notebook,
you find it funny, you're dead inside.
sick inside, insecticide
Can't live without drinking your ink
Shaving your head, burning your bed

Its a comedy that your dolls are realer than him
Its a comedy that you don't even have dolls.
Its a tragedy that when you did, they all hated you.
Its a tragedy that all your clouds burned down.
And I'll admit that I hate where we are.

Live in your head, die in your notebook,
you find it funny, you're dead inside.
sick inside, insecticide
Can't live without drinking your ink
Shaving your head, burning your bed