| Well, fill my lungs full of smoke
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| Fill my belly full of beer
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| Fill my nights with bad jokes told by folks full of fear
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| Fill my eyes with a stinging
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| Fill my time with wishing she was here
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| Well, fill my wide with the narrow
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| Fill my safe full of danger
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| Fill my bed full of shadows
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| Fill my dreams full of strangers
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| Fill my ears with a ringing
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| Fill my heart with a fear of fear
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| Well, fill my cup half empty cause it’s never been half full
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| Fill me up, paint me over, like a damp patch on the wall
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| Leave me lying on my stomach on your neighbour’s bathroom floor
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| I’m only here till tomorrow anyway
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| I’m burning up, like a fever that rages in the night
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| Spark me up, I’m a firework I’ll burst into light
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| For it’s better to burn out than to fade out of sight
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| That’s what someone told me anyway
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| So fill my lungs full of smoke
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| Fill my belly full of beer
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| Fill my nose full of cocaine
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| Fill my eyes full of tears
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| Fill my short with a longing
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| Fill my time with wishing I wasn’t here
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| Oh, fill my past with regret
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| Wrap my present in brown paper
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| Fill my future with promises, the promised come later
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| Fill my heart with a stinging
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| Fill my heart with a fear of fear |