I Tolerate Myself and I Want to Die
What about them?
The drummer, the bass
How did they feel?
When you arrived late
The drugs the fame
All went to your head
The money won't get you sober
Don't text at 3am
The art shows over
You can pack your bags
They only loved you art piece
That was my rotted leg
Your guts, they're black
They've withered away
It's left your body
With nothing but a frame
Oh, wardrobe
What should we be today?
Maybe todays the day
When you finally look my
Way
The drummer, the bass
How did they feel?
When you arrived late
The drugs the fame
All went to your head
The money won't get you sober
Don't text at 3am
The art shows over
You can pack your bags
They only loved you art piece
That was my rotted leg
Your guts, they're black
They've withered away
It's left your body
With nothing but a frame
Oh, wardrobe
What should we be today?
Maybe todays the day
When you finally look my
Way
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Writer(s): Jackson John Griffith
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