Stop talking. Stop trying. It's not working; You're dying.
It means nothing. It never does. You thought it was funny, But it never was.
Sitting on the couch, Cold feet, swollen eyes. The memory surfaces, And another part of you dies.
Why did you say that? Why the fuck did you say that? Trying too hard, Pulling shit out of a hat
But it’s useless; Stop giving. You don’t belong here, Among the living.
Sitting on the couch, Cold feet, swollen eyes. Over every single detail You sit and agonize.