i get up and it s over it s always over it s raining and i m burned and it s late and you re gone and i can barely remember anything i did or said or how i lost another week there must be something going on a nagging sense of shame i can t explain an acrid taste of smoke and blood and tears and drugs and every inch of me is raw and it s always fucking over it s raining and i m blind and it s late and you re gone i can t do this anymore keep getting there it s over it s always over it s raining and i m cracked and it s late and you re out and i can t quite remember anything i did or said or how i lost another year there must be something coming down a sweetly sour unease it s like a tease a broken dream of guilt and fear and spit and steel and every piece of me in pain and it s always fucking over it s raining and i m cold and it s late and you re out again  run my head around it like i know i really miss her but i always want to do it now she told me in a whisper i try so hard to place it wonder why i really feel it when to send the pretty flowers maybe helps her to believe it run my tongue along it oh the taste is something sicker but you know you have to do it now she told me in a whisper it only takes a second but the second lasts forever close your eyes and let me take you down and i get up and it s over it s always fucking over it s raining and i m wrecked and it s late and you re no i can t remember anything i did or said or how i lost another life i lost another life oh i can t do this anymore no i can t do this anymore