So I'm the king of all these things of this mess I have made

Such a waste what a shame my whole life is a fake

Well I'm a bore and I'm sure I'm a thorn inside of you that has torn at you for years

The alcohol the demerol these things never could replace

What a minute with you could do to put a smile on my face

I'm a bore and I'm sure I'm a thorn inside of you that has torn at me for years

I can't get out of this dead skin I can't shed my skin

I'm not sure where to begin why can't I begin again

I can't get under my dead skin I can't shed my skin

Can I sllep 'til then



Phenobarbitol and alocohol these two surely will do

To knock me out keep me down at least a day or two

When I'm awake I can taste how bitter I've become

And it's more than I can bear somedays I pray someone will blow me away

Make it quick but let it burn so I can feel my life fade

Well I'm a waste and I can taste how bitter I've become

And it's more than I can bear

I can't shed my skin

I can't shed my skin