Bleach

Well, I'm too young to be telling people

That my friends are dying

It's the same old

Same old, same cliché

And they tell you

Not to smoke a pack a day

But I like the way it tastes

When I know it's my last meal

So cut it all up and run

What's the use in staying?

I think of who you'd become

I wanna bleach my brain

I wanna bleach my brain

I wanna bleach my

Well, you're too old

To bury what you've made

Next to your own empty grave

No, this life is too unkind

And I can't shake

The apocalyptic notion

That I'm drowning in the ocean

As my ship begins to sink

So cut it all up and run

What's the use in staying?

I think of who you'd become

I wanna bleach my brain

I wanna bleach my brain

I wanna bleach my

And I'm too young to be telling people

That my friends are dying

It's the same old

Same old, same cliché

Well, you're too old

To bury what you've made

Next to your own empty grave

No, this life is too unkind

So cut it all up and run

What's the use in staying?

I think of who you'd become

I wanna bleach my brain

I wanna bleach my brain

I wanna bleach my brain

I wanna bleach my brain