L.G. Fuad

Is it legal to do this? I surely don't know
Maybe I'll win but for now I've decided to die
Like the last time that I committed suicide
I'm riding hard on the last lines of every lie
And the BMX bike of my life is about to explode

If I could ever repay you, I would
Let's get fucked up and die
I'm addicted to words and they're useless
As we cover our heads and drink heavily into the nights
It hurts, it destroys 'til it kills
I wanna know how it feels to be useful

Such a positive influence on my mental frame

I have learned to love the lie
That still shock and surprise
I wanna thank you for being a part
I'm about to explode
And if memory serves
I am tired and hungry and totally useless

For the last time with feeling we'll try not to smile
But I'm hard up for cash

Let's get fucked up and die

Yeah, so I'm already dead
Goddamn, the liquor store's closed
Social suicide

In this department
Let me in, let me in to the club
But I choose to abuse for the time being
On the inside but I can still pretend
I am perfect and I have learned to accept
And pertinent and have common sense, yeah

And beat everything in the end

All my problems and short comings
We were so close to scoring
I'm a mess, I'm a wreck
Sister, soldier, you've been
'Cause I wanna belong and I need to get strong
And innocent, not belligerent
But I'm afraid, I'm alone and entirely useless
With my memories and photographs
I wanna know what it's like to be awkward
And my memory lacks initiative
Through other peoples' descriptions of life
In this department
And all the things that don't get old
'Cause I am so visceral yet deeply inept
Of my forget-me-nots and marigolds
It's the only way I have learned to express myself
I believe that I can overcome this