Drown Me In A Bathtub Filled With Wingstop Ranch

I have wasted every opportunity
That has been handed right to me
How bout we slow down and try to crawl out
Feed off our guilt and try not to pass out
Why are you smiling?
You live and you learn getting what you deserved
Your place on this earth will always have to be earned
Your lips and your teeth
They mean nothing to me
I keep trying to figure out
What it means to be myself
Can you tell that I'm distant now
I am just like everyone else
I wanted things to be perfect
I wanna know if this is worth it
You are the salt of the earth at the center
There are some days that I hardly remember
I have wasted every opportunity that has been handed right to me
You were handed right to me
You are things I am not
The black on my lungs
A reminder that one night's not enough
I think I am falling out of touch
I am a cancer and you are an open wound
Oh the things I wish that I could do
But we're stuck here in this room
We've got nothing to do but
Fall in and out of love and smoke away these awful thoughts
We've both probably had them
I know I have had them