Tekst
Put your index finger in your mouth
And scratch your cheek real slow
Draw blood, taste water
And drink it so there's no more
Throw a punch, watch it sail through the air
Keep talking but there's nobody there
Can't remember anything that you say
Slit your throat and die and wake up the next day
I wanna scream, I wanna run
I'd die at 22 to feel alive at 21
It's lukewarm and stale bread
I wanna put a magic bullet in my head
It's lukewarm, it's stale bread
I wanna get my heavy bones out of bed
I couldn't pass the Turing test if I had the answer sheet
I wanna leave everyone who loves me
'Cause I'm so bland, and they're so sweet
The news used to make me cry every time
I'd rather cry than cum tonight
I can't even give a fuck in my dreams
Oh, what I wouldn't give to care enough to scream
I wanna scream, I wanna run
I'd die at 22 to feel alive at 21
It's lukewarm and stale bread
I wanna put a magic bullet in my head
I wanna put a magic bullet in my bed
Snort coke, get fucked
Go to church and pray to live a life that doesn't suck
Read books and get laid
And maybe God will let me fucking die one day
