I've got so much running through my head There's gotta be a better way, but you think that I'm better off dead. But lately I don't give a shit About anyone or anything, no more If I go down Run for cover This ship is going under And I'll be seeing you in hell You say I'm crazy But you're just dead weight, baby And I'll be doing fine by myself I've got so much time now on my hands Well, I could tell you how it feels But I don't think you'd understand And lately I've been losing sleep Over thoughts of you and me If I go down, then I'm taking you with me I carry weight that is not yours You push with pressure that I don't deserve I wasn't sure you deserved anything at all You were bad luck and I'm for days; sour Nothing speaks to me Nothing comforts me You are your own worst critic