
Yeah, No...I Know...
by Boys Night Out· from Make Yourself Sick
someone call an ambulance, because somethings not right. its all going wrong tonight. in between the bottle of this and you, i think i'm running into rock bottom. this time im in over my head from counting times that ive said this time im in over my head from from counting times that ive said its over its over. someone call an ambulance. it took time to fashion this noose from fine threads of self abuse, but it fits your neck perfectly. securely. your heels hit heavy on the hardwood-not that it did any good. my love, youve been a constant headache for me. it it came down to this act or one more near heart attack, you wouldnt have a hope in hell, my darling. it all comes down to this act. dont stop the heartbeat counting. i know that i'm responsible for this, and i'll miss you. maybe, in time i'll find out what it is that i'm supposed to do. ive made a million messes, and i'll make a million more. trust me, baby...maybe i'm not the man you're searching for. someone call an ambulance.