well it must be the love i mean the lack thereof the words fall off my tongue shot like bullets and made you run what have i become preaching for you to grab your gun put it to your head suicidal pistol grip pump back again i aint dead just yet though your absence flows like a kiss from death fuck all the pretense cause everyone gets upset ive gotta get this off my chest i cant keep playing pretend so this is me this is me somewhat put together and still bursting at the seams sing it one time for each dream that i couldn t achieve one time one time for all my dead friends and everyone who spends time chasing dead ends i won t last forever and when i die i don t give a fuck who attends cause i m just a bitter romantic who s self centered antics made me transparent to my friends and parents a lonely bastard birthed in a casket never managed to man up and move passed her youth by my side 45 i keep strapped try and explain how i forgot how to laugh nobody cares so i put myself on my back so doctor answer the question that ive been dying to ask what lasts forever forever forever forever forever