I'd hate to say these words have been wasted,
like you were that night
when you never tasted
the lies that rolled off your tongue.
I know you say you'll die young but
you don't have that nerve,
you don't have the nerve,
you can be bluff, act tough,
but you'll never be gone
especially when you want to disappear.
Oh, you're in too much shit
and you don't have any shovel to dig yourself out.
I've always wanted to help you,
but now you're giving me an
undeniable list of reasons why I shouldn't.
And in the end,
I don't know if I will.