Crabbed

I used to hang around

But now I'm just hanging on

All that's left is apprehension

The excitement is gone

I'm copping too much aggravation

I don't know how to deal

Except to keep on fucking drinking

Til I can't even feel

Because I'm running out of ways to run away

Running out of ways to say

How'd someone so idealistic turn out to be

So fucking anxious and indifferent

To what happens to me?

I wish that I could take my life

And break it up into bits

Stack the bits up in a box

And throw the box off a cliff

Because I'm running out of ways to run away

Running out of ways to run away

Running out of ways to say

"Fuck my life, I hate this place"

I'm running out of ways to run away

Running out of ways to run away

Running out of ways to run away

Running out of ways to say

"Fuck my life, I hate this place"

I'm running out of ways to run away