Let these guitar strings cut into my fingers
So deep that the pain from the callouses lingers
Forever like my inevitable tinnitus
I’m ready to be cast off from the brightness
‘Cause all I can muster up energy to think
About is how much I hate cute girls who drink
And even those that don’t give me physical pain
They all smile and I get aneurysms in my brain

And I just do not care that Phil Hoffman is dead
There are much more severe things to put in perspective
Like hundreds of friends who feel alone and lost
‘Cause some reckless drunk driving killed Sarah McCausland
And though she was not a big part in my life
I have seen the pain flow through acquaintances’ eyes
And I don’t get much sleep though I do have the power
But I stay up late and I write through the hours

When will I get out of this depressive state
When will I realize it’s never too late
When will I find the right things to acquire
I’m so lonesome I could set myself on fire

The snow will keep falling and temperature, colder
We go through the motions and keep getting older
And losing all track of what we could be doing
But constantly tracking the things that we’re losing
And taking advantage of all of our privileges
Treating our gluttony like it is sacrilege
Well I’ve sinned much more than my hands can amount to
I waste so much time dead asleep in my classrooms

And teachers are worried I won’t do my work
And I’m worried they’re right like completion is clerical
Well I will not be educated by God
‘Cause he never took one damn second to respond
And I sit in my room all throughout the weekends
I stumble back in, eyes look like they’ve been beaten
Like anything anyone says will make me crack
If I had my own choice I would never go back

I could get away from all of the judgment and stares
And if I stopped showing up, tell me who really would care?
This building and the world aren’t the first things I want to expire
I’m so lonesome I could set myself on fire