my lungs are filled inside this chest I've been helpless and I couldn't have cared less Of anything that could or has been said In the future past and
Hey Miss "Die A Little" Cuts and bruises will always heal But you still pick your poisons When you dream of alcohol and pills Hey Miss "Die A Little"
Maybe I'm jaded and bored Always looking for more Wait around for the next big fix I know I'm a wreck, I'm a mess But I couldn't care less Don't know
words I can't erase This is my life support, shutting down, for the final time And it twists like a braid And kills me for the rest of my life If you