Life-sentence spent in my head Skirting around the obvious Bread-dead and gone At least my mom thinks I'm a catch Three square meals served up in bed Too far ashamed for an audience A self medicated mess I'm the poster boy for abstinence Up and out of my mind I'm the butt of a joke And the last one in line Pull the cord and put me out of my misery Just a matter of time Grab a seat up in front and watch the decline of me Girl you don't know who you're messing with Keep running away Wake up calls in a cold sweat Treading water with lead in my life vest Lost cause for concern Crying wolf out on the ledge Half-hearted half-wit But still a few nickels shy of an idiot Fucked upside down and out (I got side effects of impotence) This is a song for the last picked For all the kids that shot and missed Get off the bench if you're sick of it Follow us We are the difference