Right your wrongs, empty your lungs, you got shit, shit out of luck
Were you expecting glory, regailing stories of the pretty girls you've fucked?
It's no cause for alarm, you're just falling apart and that's allright
So, lock your doors and ask yourself what you're whining for?
You've got four walls and bed
So everything you hoped I'ld say is a mystery to me
You've got four walls and a bed, so deal with it
You've got a plate glass chin, a shit eating grin
So by all means, spit and bleed
We could just piss and moan till we're drunk and lonely
Sleep, consume, repeat
But come on BE REAL!
Be a fool, but be my friend
Do you need to get away?