MUSIC FOR SALE

Starting to feel a bit hollow
Alcohol feels all too familiar when I swallow
Coffee and cigarette for breakfast
I can't speak when bringin' up my past
It's blurry and painful, needs a wound cast
Living my life on an edge
While each day feels like a worse dredge

I feel like a skeleton man
Marchin' the streets with a hopeless plan
To hop into a stranger's van
Run away from my problems, yeah I ran
Outpaced death himself, runnin' on the edge
Feelin' faded, faded, faded
Reminiscin' got me jaded, jaded
Crashin' out, I'm abraded, abraded

Someone tell me there's an end to this road
I'm startin' to get cracked from this heavy load
Distractions don't work anymore
You lose the battle, you win the war
But I'm startin' to wonder when this long game will end
For all this time, I should be commended
Feels like I should write a book
About all the things this world took
Fuck, I've got a list
Some people deserve to feel my bloody fist

I feel like a skeleton man
Marchin' the streets with a hopeless plan
To hop into a stranger's van
Run away from my problems, yeah I ran
Outpaced death himself, runnin' on the edge
Feelin' faded, faded, faded
Reminiscin' got me jaded, jaded
Crashin' out, I'm abraded, abraded