Punch a hole in your coffin and let you breathe
You've been living in your bed, dead between the sheets
I know you get tired of finding yourself
God, it must be nice to be fine
and move on to something else
God, it must be nice to feel fine and be happy with yourself
God, it must be nice to get by
and not be bad for your own health
And God, it must be nice to be alright
and not wanna destroy yourself
Isn't it efficient
how I starve just to eat all my own words?
I'll be fine once I make it, but I have to get there first
You and I, we're disasters shaped like big bright stars
Fucking everything up, no matter where we are