Last night I swallowed liquor and a lighter and this morning I threw up fire. But it's nothing new.
I've been piecing it together and it's got something to do
With every look thrown like a knife across a crowded room.
Every slow and quiet car ride I spent drinking in the back seat.
Every stupid melody to every stupid song.
And every stupid word that you keep hanging on.
What difference does this difference in age make?
I know how it ends, kill me quick.

Call 911.
I'm already dead but someone should be caught and held responsible for this bloody mess.

Last night I fell asleep next to a liar and woke up with a shiner.
And it's all that I remember from a night spendning lying on my back with a veiw of a stone white ceiling and the back of your head.
This dark and quiet bed felt like the middle of nowhere.
We beat each other up just like we always do.
When I'm talking to myself I'd always rather be talking to you.
What difference does this difference in age make?
I know how it ends, kill me quick.

Call 911.
I'm already dead but someone should be caught and held responsible for this bloody mess.
Call homicide.
Take this case to court.
His lips taste like a loaded gun and I'm his number one chalk outline on the floor.

Wow. That's potent stuff, Kit. Did you write this? It's very good.

Nice.