More Like You

(Two, three, four)

A stupid sharp pain

Pressing in my leg

I don't deserve

A friend of a friend;

Shot himself in the head

He lost his mind

But I guess I did too

I lost it over you

Now, in the dark

I feel you on my arm

I'm scared of you

I'm trying to be more like you

I'm trying to be more like you

I'm trying to be more like you