Song from the Bathroom

You look me in the eyes like you know me
But I don't think we've ever met
I'm leaning against the bathroom sink to keep from falling
My only company the mirror and my own head
And I said something last night, I was crying on your floor
I think I'm doing this wrong
I've never been human before
And I've had too much to drink, which I guess is no surprise
I can't recognize my own eyes

Do your fucking worst but you can't hurt me worse than I hurt myself every day
Thought I'd be done by now
Thought the sickness would be passing
But I think, whatever this is, it's here to stay
It's been thirty years and you're still fuckin' miserable
Does that mean there's no hope for me, no hope for me at all?
And I think I can survive this, but don't know why I would try
They say people change and that's a lie

I don't think I wanna kill myself anymore
But I'm mostly still here out of spite
I still tear myself apart sometimes, when it gets bad enough
But at least I don't do it every night
Guilty's not a word I'd use to describe my state of mind
I'll only get what I deserve, and that'll be just fine
So I'll take showers that sting and I'll hide behind my hair
While everyone else forgets I'm there