Why

Maybe we're jealous

Or lonely or scared

And we wish

We could hate -

That we never cared.

Cus' we do it on purpose

Take turns stabbing

(And bleeding)

tryin to hurt the other

And often succeeding.

Laughing like tomorrow

It won't be us on the floor

Here dumb till we're numb,

Can't take no more

But it's my turn to shoot;

I need another drink,

I've almost got enough

To no longer think

- Don't mistake -

That laughing for crying

I'm watching strobe lights,

It feels like I'm dying.