Taste of cigarettes,
Even though I've never handled such things.
Coffee reinforcing my memories,
Of burnouts at my father's house.
Ontario makes me feel like I'm going downhill,
Holt reminds me of what I've become.
Kissing your lips makes me feel like I'm in the backwoods of my house.
Finals week has never been so shitty,
I'm just waiting for the moment to be my self.

A broken tiny desk,
Even though I've never done violent things.
Anger reinforcing my memories,
Of doorways in Sechrist Hall.
Flagstaff makes me feel like I'm going down hill,
College reminded me of what I've become.
Finals week has always been so shitty,
I'm just waiting for the moment to be myself.

I found myself,
Cutting at the wires that,
Connected my,
Sanity and vanity.
It's the only thing,
That brought me closer to,
My thoughts which questioned,
Everything and anything.
I think of all the times that I've done wrong to whom,
I cared about,
Now I'm singing a different tune,
And I'm hating myself.

These distractions,
Somber feelings,
Existential reasoning,
That leads me to my despair.
With no repair,
With no repair,
With nothing at all,
With nothing left to live for.

I have nothing left to live for,
I have nothing left to live for,
I have nothing left to live for,
I have nothing at all.

I found myself,
Cutting at the wires that.
Connected my,
Sanity and vanity.
It's the only thing,
That brought me closer to,
My thoughts which questioned,
Everything and anything.
I think of all the times,
That I've done wrong to whom,
I cared about,
Now I'm singing a different tune,
And I'm hating myself,
I hate myself.