Well it looks like you're having fun
You got f**ed up at the bar again
And I'd hate to be wasting our time
We're always off and on and back off again
And I know that you're alright
And I know that you'll be fine without me
And I'd hate to be causing a scene
But punks dead and you're to blame for it
I'm swallowing my words, piss, vomit and sh**
Then I cut my tongue and bled out my mouth
And I know that I'm alright
And I know that I'll be fine without you
And I think to myself how piss drunk I am and how you'll die
There's nothing left here so what am I really holding onto
And I'll think to myself the f**ed up ways that I could die
And I'll find a hell that will let me burn so I can let you go