Let's get fucked up and die

Let's get fucked up and die
I'm speaking figuratively, of course
Like the last time I committed suicide
Social suicide
Yeah, so I'm already dead on the inside
But I can still pretend with my memories and photographs
I've learned to love the lie.

I wanna know what it's like to be awkward and innocent, not belligerent
I wanna know how it feels to be useful and pertinent and have common sense.. yeah
Let me in
Let me in to the club
Cause I wanna belong
And I need to get strong
And if memory serves
I'm addicted to words and they're useless.

(In this department)
Let's get fucked up and die
I'm riding hard on the last legs of every lie
And the BMX bike of my life is about to explode
I'm about to explode
I'm a mess, I'm a wreck.
I am perfect and I have learned to accept
all my problems and short comings
Cause I am so visceral yet deeply inept.

I want to thank you for being a part of my forget-me-nots and marigolds
And all the things that don't get old
Is it legal to do this? I surely don't know
It's the only way I have learned to express myself
Through other peoples' descriptions of life
I'm afraid I'm alone and entirely useless...
(In this department)

Let's get fucked up and die.
For the last time I'm feeling
We'll try not to smile
As we cover our heads and drink heavily into the nights
That's no shock and surprise
I believe that I can overcome this and be everything in the end
But I choose to abuse for the time being
Maybe I'll win, but for now I've decided to die.

Sister soldier you've been such a positive influence on my mental frame
If I could ever repay you I would but I'm hard up for cash
And my memory lacks initiative.

God damn the liquor store's closed
We're so close to scoring
It hurts, it destroys 'til it kills
I am tired and hungry and totally useless.
(In this department)