Hay Fever Lyrics

I'm not shit, I'm champagne
Let's all go home and kill ourselves and our radios
Where's my head? This isn't mine.
nobody loves a thing everyone is fucking crazy.
In control
it's not my fault
they'll be sorry once I skin them
scared to life
A painless death
make sure she knows I love her right before she floats away
I can't hear you, screams too loud
All my eyedeas (ideas) become perfect little blind spots
Fold me in, tucked away
I'm starting to think I never learn what I need to learn
all things pass we bruise skin
holding onto things we shouldn't be allowed to keep
Make them proud dredged in guilt
call me when the miracle reduces to coincidence.

My casted wings are almost stubs now...
I can't feel a thing...
just like you promised.
I was always bad at being good,
I was always bad at being good,
I was always bad...

There's no hell more harsh than a memory.
There's no home more hell than an empty nest.
Winter takes the warm away.
Spring takes the cold away.
Summer takes the rain away.
and Fall took away my friend.
I believe there's never a place better than right where you are.
although imagining an after life can tend to mend a broken heart,
And with someone dead, it's a way of coping with loss.
But I don't need you out there somewhere if I have you in my thoughts.
I don't envy anyone in a position where they're forced to choose,
Pull the plug or not I can't tell if this is for me or you.
I mean I know you're sick, tired, and confused.
but sometimes letting the tired go to sleep is the best thing to do.
I will hold your head while the doctor sticks the needle in.
I'll always remember our companionship and what it meant,
And on Sunday, October the 5th you took your last breath,
and you will be missed.