Diet Song

Don’t wanna live for a moment more
Don’t wanna live for another second, understand
When there’s no such thing as an empty space these days
Someone break these fingers, someone break these hands

Well it’s always being bored, I can understand
I can understand

Now there’s nothing wrong, nothing I can see
I wake up and the days go by
Everybody’s got problems, I could show you some
Go on give em to me, come on, bring them on

Well it’s always being bored, I can understand
I can understand

And, I don’t want you in my shoes, the smell of death
And I don’t want you in my head, I know you’re dead

Now my conscience is bursting at the seams
And all my resolution is one-eyed at the knees
Well I wanted some misery, I can call my home before I go
And you can cure my misery

Well it’s always being bored, I can understand
I can understand
I can understand, and
I can understand, and

And I don’t want you in my shoes, the smell of death
And I don’t want you in my head, I know you’re dead

I can understand
I can understand
I can understand
I can understand, and