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Drifting through life, feeling like everything's alright
Always flying high
And thinking I can't lose
I'm gonna make a drum out of my balls
Just left, left just a photo
And living, it's an uphill battle
And feeling like I don't know what I'm doing here
And always dragging along
And losing, can't think straight
I'm gonna make a drum out of my balls
Just left, left just a photo
And every time I see it, I feel sick
Every time I see it, I break out
Every time I see it, I get stiff
Every time I see it, I get hit hard
Every time I see it, my soul shrinks
Every time I look at you, I want to eat you up
Every time I see it, I lose my mind
And every time I see it, I dive into the mud
I remember her caresses
And my memory deceives me
Misery eats me alive
And I'm hanging by a thread
I'm gonna soak myself in gasoline one more time
Gonna scrape myself to see if I ignite
And roam the city from end to end
Burning our bad dreams
I'm gonna soak myself in gasoline one more time
Gonna scrape myself to see if I ignite
And roam from whore to whore in the city
Burning all your memories
No, dressed in colors, she left, where is she?
No, dressed in colors, maybe she never existed
No, dressed in colors, maybe she'll rise again.

P.S. I live in a dump
I sleep with the moon
What does it matter to be a poet or trash?
What does it matter if you deceive me
And then smile at me
If you were just the mare I loved the most
I don't need to see you to know you're with me
And I whinny with joy every time I see you.