Not Dead Yet

All messed up, with nowhere to go

I stare at myself in the mirror alone

It's hard to make friends when you're half in the grave

But I ain't dead yet, and I've got something to say

Oh, yeah

You've got holes in your clothes and booze on your breath

You look like hell and you smell like death

Oh

There's a stranger in my eyes again

I swear to God I don't know him

You're tired of me, I'm tired of you

So turn around and leave me to myself

Oh, yeah

You've got holes in your clothes and booze on your breath

You look like hell and you smell like death

Oh

I've been out way too long, I'm heading right for the edge

If she asks about me, tell her I'm not dead yet

You've got holes in your clothes and booze on your breath

You look like hell and you smell like death

Oh