I always listen to good music by great artists who write about how everyone screws up their lives 

And it makes me wonder how all of you guys meet all these people, I literally never go outside 

And this might be the last song I write 

Talk about dumb ways to die 

 

I’m kinda pissed I have nieces and nephews 

So I can’t leave even if I want to 

I can’t choose to exit where I didn’t choose to enter 

And I’m bad at everything I choose 

But that’s just as excuse 

 

Where would I even go 

It is too fucking cold 

And the sun went down a long time ago 

 

I always take my check-ins with a smile even without thinking, I know my therapist would be proud 

Because I am the worst at lying and that makes the best liar, I just don’t speak out loud 

“I’m the same as always,” downbeat 

“I’ll get better.” Fuck me 

If I don’t know that 

I’m incapable 

Of growth 

And doing better tomorrow 

Than how I’m doing now 

 

What am I doing now 

Cursing at the clouds 

As if the sun hadn’t already gone down 

 

I changed the lyrics to Suicide Note part 2 

Now it’s the Upper Tier of Hell, Welcome to the World 

Little Ones 

I hope you find Mr. Sun 

I really, really do 

 

I always listen to great music 

But the thing is 

I can’t put anything on when I’m depressed 

For fear that I’ll ruin it 

I’d take vinyls instead of vitamins 

And that’s probably why I’m useless 

But these are just excuses 

 

I thought I’d go outside if I had friends (Vitamins) 

I thought I’d go outside every now and then (Deficient) 

I thought I was just missing sunshine 

Talk about dumb ways to die