I fucked up again. Now I will sing your sorry end.
Feeling like I had woken up and smoked a blunt.
My neighbors will smell me and I'll go to hell in a week.
They want me to show them how to read my obituary name, please.
An infatuation grows in time and I lost mine.
This home is not where i'm from. You're killing me lately.
If you had known that I was alone you'd step outside your home into the unknown.
My dirty face shows itself in disgrace. You're killing me lately.
88 you wore my name on your sleeve. Talk homely to me.
It's killing me lately!