Call me out, and pretend that it's relavant
Truth is I've got wounds
The truth is that I'm suffering
Too many minutes, hours, days by myself
(Yesterday I said all, said all I need to say)
I've been thinking about ending it
Send me on my way back to hell
You know that it feels better when you take it from the ground
You're better off with a new life underground
Better when you take it from the ground
Send me on my way back to hell
You know that it feels better when you take it from the ground
I'm better off with a new life underground
I'm leaving all the seasons behind me
(I've been thinking about ending it
I've been thinking about ending it)
And I hope that things get better where you are
I knew you would'nt get very far
So here I sit in a half-lit parking lot
A lonely record and a half ounce of pot
(Smoke to my dome to feel less alone)
And I wish that you had any clue of the hours that I spend in solitude
You're part of the problem, but you'll never know it
You're part of the problem, but you'll never know it
(Sometimes it's best to live in ignorance)
You're part of the problem, but you'll never know it
(Sometimes it's best to live in ignorance)
So here I sit in a half-lit parking lot
A lonely record and a half ounce of pot
(Smoke to my dome to feel less alone
Smoke to my dome to feel less alone)
And I wish that you had any clue of the hours that I spend in solitude
Of the hours that I spend in solitude
In solitude