The clock read just a quarter past insane A second past demented and deranged A hat trick or two along the way For wide eyes and Bloody Mary veins A far cry from the man that we once knew A blind eye just to try and make it through A white lie and a moral black and blue (So black and blue)
So keep a bottle on the shelf And a spot reserved in hell
Now tell me how can we live with ourselves You can’t bury your shame underground There’s no grave for the pain that you’ve felt Tell me how can you live with yourself
Throat cut by the feelings of your own Dissatisfaction The chemical reaction keeps you vacant In the solace of your mind And if I ever had to say goodbye Don’t bother with the remnants of a broken life I know That you’d be better letting go
So keep a bottle on the shelf And a spot reserved in hell
Now tell me how can we live with ourselves You can’t bury your shame underground There’s no grave for the pain that you’ve felt Tell me how can we live with ourselves
Typically He keeps his habits in the attic Hypocritically He never minds how symptomatic Intuition can be When it’s laced with something tragic So he sits and he bleeds Unaware how problematic
All my issues can be Drunk, dramatic and erratic So I’ll sit and I’ll bleed Leave me to my fucking habits And typically Yeah the world is something tragic You better listen to me ‘Cause I swear this time I’ve had it
And now tell me how can we live with ourselves You can’t bury your shame underground There’s no grave for the pain that you’ve felt Tell me how can we live with ourselves
Now tell me how can we live with ourselves You can’t bury your shame underground There’s no grave for the pain that you’ve felt Tell me how can we live with ourselves
Tell me how can we live with ourselves You can’t bury your shame underground There’s no grave for the pain that you’ve felt Tell me how can we live with ourselves