L.G. Fuad

Let's get fucked up and die

I'm speaking figuratively, of course

Like the last time that I committed suicide, social suicide

Yeah, so I'm already dead on the inside

But I can still pretend with my memories and photographs

I've learned to love the lie

I wanna know what it's like to be awkward and innocent, not belligerent

I wanna know how it feels to be useful and pertinent and have common sense

Yeah, let me in, let me into the club, cause I wanna belong

And I need to get strong, and if memory serves

I'm addicted to words and they're useless

Let's get fucked up and die

I'm riding hard on the last legs of every lie

And the BMX bike of my life is about to explode, I'm about to explode

I'm a mess, I'm a wreck

I am perfect, and I have learned to accept all my problems and shortcomings

Cause I'm so visceral, yet deeply inept

I want to thank you for being a part of my forget-me-nots and the marigolds

And all the things that don't get old

Is it legal to do this? I surely don't know

It's the only way I have learned to express myself around other people's descriptions of life

I'm afraid, I'm alone and entirely useless

Let's get fucked up and die

For the last time I'm feeling, we'll try not to smile

As we cover our heads and drink heavily into the nights

That's no shocking surprise

I believe that I can overcome this and beat everything in the end

But I choose to abuse for the time being

Maybe I'll win, but for now, I've decided to die

Sister soldiers, you've been such a positive influence on my mental frame

If I could ever repay you, I would, but I'm hard up for cash

And my memory lacks initiative

God damn, the liquor store's close, we were so close to scoring

It hurts, it destroys, till it kills

I am tired and hungry ad totally useless

In this department