When I survey the remains,
I'm alone in my bed,
Alone in the head.
Its not the gun beside me,
Or the drugs inside me;
I think I'm going a little crazy...
Its alright with my friends about;
But on my ownsome
Razors sever my tendons.
It's not the death of my babe
Or summers fleshy heat haze;
I feel the need to erase...
Wish you could be here,
See things dissapear.
One little, little accident.
Its not because your dead,
Or because I hate lonliness;
The world just needs a message.
