Nice Knowin' Ya
Jon H
Explosions inside my skull again
I can't control my mind or my hands
A murderer's at the tip of my fingers
& everything's a blur
Suicide always on my mind
No way I'll make it to the finish line
I'm not looking for handouts or sympathy
I have everything I need
I'll gladly give up my seat when I run out of things to do
For now I'm OK just sitting here with you
I'm gonna find my way out of this life so full of grief
& everything disappointing
I'm not depressed I'm realistic
I see the bare truth in everything
Don't try to bring me back on your side
Cause it's too late for me
So fuck you & everything you want from me
I've got no time for anything but my need
I gave you even my own sanity
What's left is just for me.
