dead skin

so i'm the king of all these things of this mess i have made

such a waste what a shame my whole life is a fake

well i'm a bore and i'm sure i'm a thorn inside of you that has torn at you for years

the alcohol the demerol these things never could replace

what a minute with you could do to put a smile on my face

i'm a bore and i'm sure i'm a thorn inside of you that has torn at me for years

i can't get out of this dead skin i can't shed my skin

i'm not sure where to begin why can't i begin again

i can't get under my dead skin i can't shed my skin

can i sleep 'til then

phenobarbital and alcohol these two surely will do

to knock me out keep me down at least a day or two

when i'm awake i can taste how bitter i've become

and it's more than i can bear some days i pray someone will blow me away

make it quick but let it burn so i can feel my life fade

well i'm a waste and i can taste how bitter i've become

and it's more than i can bear

i can't shed my skin

i can't shed my skin