All messed up with nowhere to go I stare at myself in the mirror alone It's hard to make friends when you're half in the grave But I ain't dead yet And I've got something to say Oh-ohh, yeah You got holes in your clothes Booze on your breath You look like hell And you smell like death Oh-ohh There's a stranger in my eyes again I swear to God I don't know him You're tired of me I'm tired of you So turn around and leave it to myself Oh-ohh, yeah You got holes in your clothes And booze on your breath You look like hell And you smell like death Oh-ohh I've been out way too long Heading right for the edge If she asks about me Tell her I'm not dead yet You got holes in your clothes Booze on your breath You look like hell And you smell like death Oh-ohh 🌑
