You don't have to say too much Most of it I can infer Because momentary happiness was getting on my nerves When the cup fills up, we'll go nuclear Grab your spade, dig your grave, it's not deep enough I'm at home, drunk alone, what did you expect? So all aboard, next stop's a fucking train wreck The writing's on the walls in languages that I can't read I'm soaked in side effects, so much that I can't breathe So, it didn't take a lot Safe to say that I'm still reeling I'm unmedicated, stoned, awake, thinking and feeling She took a deep breath in, said: It might hurt a bit I'll have you know, been so low that I can't feel a thing Shame on me, coming clean: Oh, the humanity! You can give me hell, you can use me as you please The writing's on the walls in languages that I can't read I'm soaked in side effects, so much that I can't breathe I always thought that we'd be better off as ghosts this summer So we could walk right through the walls we put between each other We could walk right through the walls I'm drunk on middle-aged doom in hotel rooms I tried to play the fool, and it speaks volumes Tried to mimic hieroglyphics in a dead language But I read every word backwards, and it all fell to shit You'd swear I do these things for the fun of it Cause it hurts so much worse than my medicine Not a martyr, not a hero, but a masochist At least the suicide note will be eloquent The writing's on the wall in languages that I can't read I'm soaked in side effects, so much that I can't breathe (I always said we'd be better off as ghost this summer) (So we could walk right through the walls we put between each other)