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 have 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 strung And if memory serves, I'm addicted to words and they're useless (In this department) 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 wanna thank you for being a part of my Forget-me-not, and 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 Through other peoples' descriptions of life And I'm afraid I'm alone and entirely useless (In this department) Let's get fucked up and die For the last time with feeling, we'll try not to smile As we cover our heads and drink heavily into the nights That still shock and 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 soldier, 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 closed, we were so close to scoring And it hurts, it destroys 'til it kills I am tired and hungry, and totally useless (In this department)