I Hate Myself And I Want To Die
Running nose and runny yolkEven if you have a cold stillYou can cough on me againI still haven't had my full fill
In the someday -- What's that sound?End it someday -- What's that song?
Broken heart and broken bonesFinger pressing down the horse pills (Finger plaster-cast of the horse pills)One more quirky cliched phraseYou're the one I wanna refill (You don't wanna wanna read them)
(spoken very softly behind the guitar)
(Words are broken lives)Five pieces of board, turned aroundattached to the skull by common wood screwsA child would like to do it
