Let's get fucked up and die   I'm speaking figuratively, of course   Like the last time that I committed suicide   Social suicide      Yeah so I'm already dead on the inside   But I can still pretend   With my memories and photographs   I've learned to love the lie      I wanna know what it's like to be   Awkward and innocent, not belligerent   I wanna know how it feels to be   Useful and pertinent and have common sense, yeah      Let me in, let me in to the club   'Cause I wanna belong and I need to get strong   And if memory serves   I'm addicted to words and they're useless      In this department      Let's get fucked up and die   I'm riding hard on the last lines of every lie   And the BMX bike of my life is about to explode   I'm about to explode      I'm a mess, I'm a wreck   I am perfect and I have learned to accept   All my problems and short comings   'Cause I am so visceral yet deeply inept      I want to thank you for being a part   Of my forget me nots and Marigolds   And all the things that don't get old   Is it legal to do this? I surely don't know      It's the only way I have learned to express myself   Through other peoples descriptions of life   I'm afraid I'm alone and entirely useless      In this department      Let's get fucked up and die   For the last time with feeling we'll try not to smile   As we cover our heads and drink heavily into the night   That's no shock and surprise      I believe that I can   Overcome this and beat everything in the end   But I choose to abuse for the time being   Maybe I'll win but for now I've decided to die      Sister Soldier you've been   Such a positive influence on my mental frame   If I could ever repay you I would but I'm hard up for cash   And my memory lacks initiative      Goddamn the liquor store's closed   We're so close to scoring   It hurts, it destroys, 'til it kills   I am tired and hungry and totally useless      In this department