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.
let me in, let me in to the club, 'cause i wanna belong,
and i need to get strong, and if memory serves,
i'm addicted to words and they're useless .. in this department.