Lyrics In Search Of 1988 - Ozma

In Search Of 1988

Another morning still in bed, so many thoughts run through my head
Self-motivating not to be
I stayed up late the night before, to contimplate and self absorb
There is no answer i can see
Knowing my life sucks to me
Yesterday i wrote another goodbye note
I took a razor and i tried to cut my throat
But i missed a dull blade one of my first signs
I found a plastic bag to wrap around my head
It was a little small i killed the cat instead
That little bastard’s suppose to live another 8 more times
What’s wrong with my mind
Prozac for the way you feel, makes your body so sureal
Having one with wine is just the trick
Took a lighter to a can of raid, drinking drain-o lemonaide
And all it did was make me really sick
But i don’t care, my whole damn life seems so unfair
Do you know what might be wrong with me
Here in my own hell, they say that i don’t look so well
Do you know how lonely it can be
Knowing my life sucks to me
Today i’m feeling down, like most of the time
I called another dam suicide hot line
And the girl on the phone didn’t really care
I said i’d end my life, but it always falls apart
I couldn’t get my brand new car to start
The disappointments more than i can bare
Opened up the oven door, laid down on the kitchen floor
And only burned my elbows on the rack
Jumped out of a flying plane, you’d think that i might be insane
But i forgot my chute was on my back
I tied a knot and pulled it through, and broke the ceiling fan in two
It only made me dizzy for a bit
Now i’m burried underground, and everyone just stands around my
Grave stone with the caption «idiot»