| Plastic, that’s what I’m wrapped in
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| But I’m askin' to let me out of this black casket
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| I’m not laughin', I’m just nervous, nervous, nervous
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| I am destined to crash this Maserati into wreckage
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| I’m strapped inside this seat, just like a peasant
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| Only wakin' up so I can burn this, burn this
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| Goddamn, I’m nervous
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| And I can barely even open my mind
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| I can barely even open my eyes
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| Absent, fiending for these feelings, like it’s Absynthe
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| Drunk off this depression, I am guessing
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| I can’t get away, because I’m nervous, nervous
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| Nerv-fuck it…
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| Plastered, tryin' to live my life a little faster
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| Lined to the wall, just like a bastard
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| Push it down, push it down
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| And I can barely even open my mind
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| I can barely even open my eyes
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| And I can barely even open my mind
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| I can barely even open my eyes
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| And all I ever do is put my head down
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| Can’t face the truth
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| And all I ever do is lie to you
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| Not no more, baby
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| I, it’s all I ever do to you
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| I, it’s all I ever do to you
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| I hope you hear me, baby
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| All I ever do to you
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| No, no, not no more
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| It’s all I ever do to you |