You know it's hard to say but you know I'll try my best
I've tried a lot of times but most of those times I've guessed
It isn't easy to at all, to admit there's something wrong with me
Wrong with me, wrong with me

And i don't want to be here, i'm sure you understand
What it feels like to have another person in your head
I'm getting sick of all the noise, getting sick of being
In this state of mind
State of mind, state of mind, state of mind

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Now I'm all alone here and I think
This could use a cleaning
'Cause it stinks in here so bad
I don't know how I can stand it

How'd I ever let it go this long
I blinked and I was twenty
Well, that scares me deeply
I'll never blink again

Some boxes full of wine
And suddenly, a rush of new sensations from behind

Picture of a young man drinking
Sound of an old car driving
Visions of our ship sinking
Memories of angels singing
Who let the prisoners out of their cage
Who left the keys lying next to the grates
Is anyone else left thinking
That we don't control our destinies
That we should let them be
When people die, do they give up their dignity
Or not, or not, or not

I was sleeping in a deathbed
I woke up
I guess it wasn't mine
Well, that's the greatest pleasure I have ever known

You tell me I sound crazy
When I try
To better myself, oh
Inspiration is a demon in disguise

Most of the time, I feel alright
That's part of the problem
That's part of the problem
That's part of the problem
That's the worst part and I make light of it
I'll crack a smile
Then you'll crack a smile
Then we'll laugh
Then we'll laugh
Then we'll laugh
Laugh, laugh
But when we laugh, we get self-conscious
Conscious, conscious, conscious

We start sweating on our smashed up faces
The combination of our respective parents' genetics
Folded into a brand new kind of thoroughly wasted space
Personality-less apes
Impressions of what our parents thought of us
And remnants of the names the big kids
Called us on the playground back in school

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Our personal years never really meant anything
The combination of our respective parents' genetics
Folded up in a little paper box from KFC
Personality-less apes
Reflections of what we see in mirrors
After staring at ourselves for hours
Chanting incantations all the while

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They told me it gets better, they were wrong
They told me it gets better, they were wrong
If you honestly think it gets better, well, you're lying to yourself
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