Driven conversations, even I can Wouldn't want to fake it, and I'm tired of this dream Taking medications, in the back of the room Driven conversations, he died in June.
See the stab in his hands See him dying in his He's dying in his room He's dying in his room Heading for me, heading this way He is coming, don't care
Wouldn't want to fake it, well I don't mind Giving conversations to a friend of Giving medications, in a lighted room Wouldn't want to fake it, I know I should
See the stab wounds in his hands You killed I don't care Keep a promise, you would too Keep a promise, even See the silence in his head He is coming, I don't care
We're not gonna make it, well don't mind Wouldn't want to fake it, but I have this time Giving conversations, to whom they don't know Taking medications till my stomach's full.
See a famine in his head See him coming their heels He loves you, give him a chance I love him, I don't care See him starving, give him hell It is over, we don't care