I’ve gone the past few years
Lying flat on my back
And kicking out at all my friends
And I don’t wanna get old
I don’t wanna throw stones
At all the people I know but
How do you know what’s best?
Do you live in my chest?
How the fuck do you know what’s best?
Do you live in my chest?
And I’d rather get stoned
Than come to terms with myself
And when the days roll past
There’s a hole in my head that I fill
Alone in my room
It’s like a pack of dogs
Ripping through my ribs like it’s hard
To stay awake without my heart
And I don’t wanna be low
I don’t wanna be cold
But it’s a conversation I started
Now the only thing I know
How do you know what’s best?
Do you live in my chest?
How the fuck do you know what’s best?
Do you live in my chest?
And I’d rather get stoned
Than come to terms with myself
And when the days roll past
There’s a hole in my head that I fill
Alone in my room
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