L.G. FUAD

Let's get fucked up and die
I'm speaking figuratively, of course
Like the last time that I committed suicide
Social suicide

Yeah, so I'm already dead
On the inside, but I can still pretend
With my memories and photographs
I have learned to love the lie

I wanna know what it's like to be awkward and innocent
Not belligerent
I wanna know how it feels to be useful and pertinent
And have common sense, yeah

Let me in, let me into the club
'Cause I wanna belong and I need to get strung
And if memory serves, I'm addicted to words and they're useless

(In this department)

Let's get fucked up and die
I'm riding hard on the last legs of every lie
And the BMX bike of my life is about to explode
I'm about to explode

I'm a mess, I'm a wreck
I am perfect, and I have learned to accept
All my problems and shortcomings
'Cause I'm so visceral, yet, deeply inept

I wanna thank you for being a part of my
Forget-me-not, and marigolds
And all the things that don't get old
Is it legal to do this? I surely don't know

It's the only way I have learned to express myself
Through other peoples' descriptions of life
And I'm afraid I'm alone and entirely useless

(In this department)

Let's get fucked up and die
For the last time with feeling, we'll try not to smile
As we cover our heads and drink heavily into the nights
That still shock and surprise

I believe that I can
Overcome this and beat everything in the end
But I choose to abuse for the time being
Maybe I'll win, but for now I've decided to die

Sister soldier, you've been such a positive influence
On my mental frame
If I could ever repay you, I would
But I'm hard up for cash and my memory lacks initiative

God-damn, the liquor store's closed, we were so close to scoring
And it hurts, it destroys 'til it kills
I am tired and hungry, and totally useless

(In this department)