pissed in the fountain of youth, now i cant remember my childhood right

ive got friends for miles and broken promises for days

they tell me to stop, my lungs cant function right

always in the wrong

i said i'll try but i dont think i will

smoke clouds surround me by the windowsill 

where ashes fall and burn my fingertips

its a welcome pain its being alive 

its being a shallow parody of not being 6 feet under 

its the end and an end to this

we're struggling to keep the conversation upright

dead weight you keep carrying like a baby at night

your youth escaped you and now youre trying to catch mine

is it worth the chase?

was it everything youve ever dreamed of?

im just like you now