And what i do with my weekend
Is up to me and i will spend it
With my head down a dark hole
And powder filling up my soul
I saw the way you rolled the note
I want to see your head explode
Here hold your friend, i think he's dead
He started bleeding from his nose
I want to live an easy life
And after Friday i will die
It's not like there's anything better to do
So die and take me with you
My friends aren't real they're made of glass
They're catatonic in the bath
So i find the bed it's freshly made
And both the pillows have a face
I'm naked and i'm fully clothed
Pick up a pen and scribble notes
On delight and on dismay
And all the things we could not say
I want to live an easy life
On Sunday morning i will die
It's not like there's anything better to do
So die and take me with you
Take a picture
Take a picture
Do my eyes look red
Take a picture
Take a picture
My exploding head
Take a picture
Take a picture
Are my eyes black holes
Take a picture
Take a picture
Of my bleeding nose
Take a picture
Take a picture
Do my eyes look red
Take a picture
Take a picture
My exploding head
Take a picture
Take a picture
Are my eyes black holes
Take a picture
Take a picture
Of my bleeding nose
Of my bleeding nose