I'm a stain left on the pavement head
Rain to soon wash away the red
I'm losing all reason to keep with going on
My walls lose there meaning
All excitement now is gone
Even when I'm writing songs about losing all hope
Nothing seems to help me cope
So I lay dying like I'm an Elliot Smith song
Why does it feel so wrong to tell you what feels wrong
So stab me in the heart
It will barely tear me apart
Post it on the wall
Where my thought process sprawls
So stab me in the heart
It will barely tear me apart
Post it on the wall
Where my thought process sprawls
It's time to roll the credits
It's time to end the show
My acting time is over
As I'm laying in the snow
But what good
Will come of it
But what good
Has come of this
So stab me in the heart
It will barely tear me apart
Post it on the wall
Where my thought process sprawls
So stab me in the heart
It will barely tear me apart
Post it on the wall
Where my thought process sprawls
Sometimes It feels like
There are two sides to me
The side that lets me think
And the side that leaves me