Sleeping With Hand Grenades Isn't OSHA-Approved Behavior

Girl, what's going through your head
Girl, I think I'd rather be dead
Because when I'm lying next to you, I've never felt so lonely
Instead of spending time alone, you're always getting stoney
The bed is colder than it ever was before and I'm done
You're breath on my neck is a painful reminder
The webs that you spin, you are just like a spider
My memories; wrong and opinions the same
Honesty I've started wishing that I never came
Around

I feel as though this is the end
It's time to say goodbye my friend
So goodbye my friend

I'm running low on battery, I'm running low on sanity
I'm hurting now, it cuts just like a knife
I'm never around, and you're never down
What does it matter, it's not like it's a perfect life
You touch me, you tease me, you say that you need me
Then when I'm around you leave just as quickly
It's truly a nightmare, the way we get along
And every time I try to say that things are so far from okay
I'm left with the blame, just the same, I guess I'll write my stupid song

I feel as though this is the end
It's time to say goodbye my friend
I don't want to leave, but you've forced my hand
I feel as though this is the end