L.G. FUAD

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, yeah

Let me in, let me into the club

'Cause I wanna belong and I need to get strung

And if memory serves, I'm addicted to words and they're useless

In this department

Let's get fucked up and die

I'm riding hard on the last legs of every lie

And the BMX bike of my life is about to explode

I'm about to explode

I'm a mess, I'm a wreck

I am perfect, and I have learned to accept

All my problems and shortcomings

'Cause I am so visceral, yet deeply inept

I want to thank you for being a part of my

Forget-me-nots and marigolds

And all the things that don't get old

Is it legal to do this? I surely don't know

It's the only way I have learned to express myself

Through other peoples' descriptions of life

I'm afraid I'm alone and entirely useless

In this department

Let's get fucked up and die

For the last time with feeling, we'll try not to smile

As we cover our heads and drink heavily into the nights

That still shock and surprise

I believe that I can

Overcome this and beat everything in the end

But I choose to abuse for the time being

Maybe I'll win, but for now I've decided to die

Sister soldier, you've been such a positive influence

On my mental frame

If I could ever repay you, I would

But I'm hard up for cash and my memory lacks initiative

God damn the liquor store's closed, we were so close to scoring

It hurts, it destroys 'till it kills

I am tired and hungry and totally useless

In this department