Is this the way to break the ice? No probably not She hasn't replied in forever She doesn't like her pretty face And it's so dumb That she's afraid I'm a liar She knows me too well I'm dreaming of death again Sleepless in an endless Coma of Vicodin She's out with all the freaks again But who's to say I'm not one of them? I'm a failure I'm treading on the thinnest ice And if it breaks, I'll be alright In the graveyard She knows me too well I'm dreaming of death again Sleepless in an endless Coma of Vicodin She's got too many problems for me She's got too many problems for me She's got too many problems for me She's got too many problems for me She's got too many problems for me She's got too many problems for me She's got too many problems for me She's got too many problems for me I hope when you're sad You'll tell me your life I know when you're mad You know what I'm like You're the light of my life I've given you everything you've ever wanted