Still trying to find
Another way to die
Some way better than this
I'd rather not
Talk about it, why should we
Find a way to feel okay
With the state of today
It's gonna
Be a doozy, I tell you what
Somebody said I was cold
Well I'll tell you no
I'm not
I get out
And I love my fun
But I need to get out of this place
I'm out
I got down
And I had my fun
But I need to get on with my life
It's in the pages
That we write to each other
We don't own
Anything but our hearts
Which we so often
End up handing off to strangers
To strangers
Somebody said I was cold
Well I'll you no
I'm not
I get out
And I love my fun
But I need to get out of this place
I'm out
I got down
And I had my fun
But I need to get on with my life