10 days without you in my reach

And I’ve slept with someone new for each

Things do not look good for me

I woke the baby and now she’s screaming

I’m trainspotting not daytime dreaming

Things do not look good for me

Oh me oh my I think I’m buried alive

I don’t mind, it’s not your concern

Oh yes, I guess, it’s all for the best cause my flesh will feed hundreds of worms

One little devil on my back

Cold sweats and panic attacked

Things do not look good for me

Might be nice to be healed and mended

But I just want a toxic co-dependent

Things do not look good for me

Oh yes, I guess, it’s all for the best cause my flesh will feed hundreds of worms

And the worms will find their way to every apple that you bite

And the worms will find their way to every apple that you bite

And I’ll dig out of my grave I would by nothing but my spite

And the worms will find their way to every apple that you bite

Oh me oh my I think I’m buried alive

I don’t mind, it’s not your concern

Oh yes, I guess, it’s all for the best cause my flesh will feed hundreds of worms

Oh me oh my I think you ruined my life

I Don’t mind, if you don’t laugh you’ll cry

And oh yes, I guess it’s all for the best cause my flesh will feed hundreds of flies, flies, flies, flies (zzzzzzz)