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There's only so much fake one person can take
And for fuck's sake, I need a break

...from the steeple towering over ficticious people

...from those who brag from behind that flag
  (that flag, that fucking flag...)

...from the excessive booze that gives me the blues
   and my decisions I should have let nobody choose
   it's not like it's the first time I've sank my own cruise

When's the big bang gonna take me home?
So I can stop sitting here, writing these poems

What's in it for me? When do I get my pot of fucking gold?
I don't wanna prosper, I don't wanna get old
I wanna live sick and die quick
Then somebody else can be Nick

I'm just another motherfucker
To kiss and hug and offer drugs

Even after I'm gone I won't really be dead
Until every memory of me vanishes from every last head

So don't be sad or mad or in any way upset
Don't make my name synonymous with the word "regret"

Kiss me, hug me, drug me up
I just quit drinking so don't spike my cup

Here I am almost nineteen years old
For the last five years I've been ice cold
I can't complain, I'm proud of myself
So let's celebrate and enjoy what time I have left