Chapter 19 Lyrics

Check out the mess I’ve made

I’m 19 and I’m plotting graves

I’ve got some special K

And an 8 ball of fun

3 bags why not

Tonight I take the bible to the grave

Well I’m going out

Oh yes, I’m checking out

I’m a waste of being and by gosh I believe

This is really me OD’ing

I’m OD’ing

Oh Fuck, I’m bleeding from my mouth

Another walks in on a respiratory failure gone right

Can a failure go right? I’m a failure gone right

What kind of friend leaves the door locked and doesn’t come in?

Is he afraid what he’ll find? Is he ashamed I got there first?

Was it fun to commit an act on life? Was it fun?

Was it fun to call my dad to pick me up? Weighing in at 101

Was it fun to say the foil on the floor was from the junkie the night before?

Lying to cheat and cheating to steal

We are all just teenage criminals

Hold on, Hold on

And just grab a grip

Its never been shocking before

They couldn’t put it past me anymore

No, not anymore

I’ve committed moral sin

I pray I don’t go back to the way I was before

But I’ve never liked to feel

No, don’t like to feel

More likely I’m no better than a suicidal god of war

No you never wanted me

I swear I didn’t write this because I care

I’m writing, I’m just being honest

The record just needs its fair share

I’m no son of god, right?

What is the color of night?

Some it’s black, it’s just right

And at the end of the day

It’s alright