first song, pt. 2

i took the needle out of my arm about

a year ago today

and every day since then i've been taking

the needle out of my brain

so when i'm staring down at my hands i can't explain

just what it is that i'm thinking of

except thank god that all my veins have to pump is my blood

i've done you so much wrong i can't believe

you would still talk to me

and i say so much bullshit i can't believe

that anyone around me can breathe

i know that it's a little dramatic

but the word for not changing is death"