I turn around to say how could you still love me.
Sun is shining, lighting up your face.
You stare off into space not knowing what to say.
Searching for the words to set things straight so I say...
I'm a Zig Zag sideways, upside down, out of my mind
What's the point of living if were all just born to die.
You say why?
Why ask why?
I say "I get fucked up."
You say "delusional."
Somehow will you still open arms.
"Come with me" you say.
We step outside to face the sun.
Yesterday I dream that it would all bend out to dust.
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