I never spoke

Just floated in the air like a ghost

Watched everyone in my life go broke

Bankrupted myself while making a toast

Found myself pointing at a globe

Holding nine fingers back

With just one out to touch the red hot stove

Used to walk around in a bathrobe

Not a fashion mistake

My middle finger was stuck

And that’s how I waved

As I ripped a phone book up

Giving you eighteen steps

I think my mind just woke up

While it was dead, I was making bets

Because this is what happens when you start the end of the world

Tearing up in your eye sockets

Because pain is a good way to get girls

This is what happens when you throw a fit

Hands try to stuff in my pockets

But something about the knuckles just won’t fit

I’m sucking on helium to sound funny

I’m chasing some opium dream I had

But it can’t seem to outrun me

I sucked the blood out of your veins

Put the needle back in your hand

And that’s why I will always take the blame

I tried to use a pencil to inject myself with lead

Killed myself so fast that I stood over myself

And laughed at me laying there dead

I’m looking over the angles of us

The puzzle pieces didn’t fit

I wasn’t a person, I was a container for drugs

I was never able to be legal

I had cancerous teeth

And a diseased ego

I cornered the market on oxygen

Now I’ll charge you to breathe

And you’ll just say that I’m evil

I always meet girls I just want to fuck

But they sucker me into something

And I swear each time that I’ll have better luck

Because this is what happens when you start the end of the world

Take your dick in your hand and think of the last time

You had a whole heart inside you

That didn’t take the form of a girl

This is what happens when you bury everything you hate

I was birthed prematurely through the asshole

And still managed to come out three months too late

I’m sharpening knives in my bedroom

Ready to walk into a gunfight

Dressed like a dead groom

I carried your picture

Long after you’d left

I told everyone you were happy

And knew I was lying to myself

Now I can almost reach my own ankles

Tearing up my hamstrings

To take it from both angles

I’m buying a life on layaway

My voice is so average

I’m in debt with nothing to say

Making a note of my steady decline

Like watching through someone else’s eyes

Placing all my money on a day that hasn’t arrived

I’m running around with a gun drawn

It’s tattooed on my hand

Like a ring you can’t pawn

And if you want lessons on how to end the world

Put your middle fingers up

And go get the girl

Because she destroys everything that makes it worth it

I can’t write anymore

Because I had to sell the alphabet

Now I’m relying on Cyrillic

I’m tripping over myself

To prove to you that I’m really sick

My head hurts from the stream that runs through it

These words are like me

Placeholders waiting for someone to let me do it

I could do this shit professionally

I could sell my stupid little life

And come out with a twelve dollar receipt