i ve lost all faith today in suicidal featherweights with broken wrists and weaker fists this is the last fight i ll give away and there s something terrible locked in her attic so i m told i can feel it on my face i still feel you everywhere and operator i can t hold much longer i can t hold much longer i can t hold on and operator i can t hold much longer i can t hold much longer i can t hold on there s a spot by a bathroom door i dropped so fast straight through the floor when i lost my grip on everything eight feet underwater is where we dare our locked lips keep out the water and the liars full of nothing but air so if anybody talks of me tell them i am never coming home again tell them i am gone if anybody talks of me tell them i am never coming home again tell them i am gone and there s a place that i might fit in but it reeks like where we ve been and perfect footprints from our feet they are haunted just by me to the lady of the hour liquor love is all the rage your skin feels way too sour and i ve lost my sense of taste and operator i can t hold much longer i can t hold much longer i can t hold on and operator i can t hold much longer i can t hold much longer i can t hold on it s a hole that we all fall in where we fight for oxygen that s where i caught my grip and became king eight feet under covers don t forget that i m here warm secrets undercover with new friends and your holiday lovers so if anybody talks of me just tell them i am never coming home again tell them i am gone if anybody talks of me tell them i am never coming home again tell them i am gone so if anybody talks of me tell them i ll be gone forever without these scars that are completely invisible