life isn't bad and it's not great i've got a whole lot on my plate i wouldn't say love has turned to hate i lit the fire in your eye the night wore on, i saw it die i hid from you behind my high we both knew it had become us we'd seen it become your friends first i guess it could have been much worse i hate this house, it is no home it's alien to me alone there's burn holes in all of my clothes i need to use my getaway ten minutes or so is all it takes my eyes sting but now i'm okay i'm blowing up without a sound i tried to fly, i got shot down i kinda die when you're around There's no escape in alcohol A blue-black dream and that is all There's no escape in alcohol A blue-black dream and that is all life isn't bad and it's not great i've got a whole lot on my plate i wouldn't say love has turned to hate i lit the fire in your eye the night wore on, i saw it die i hid from you behind my high
