the cops are killing, the sidewalks are graveyards but here i am forgetting the world--spilling my mind onto you and nobody that’ll listen let me break out of my body just for a minute oh baby i’m falling hard into your brain in the nervous visions i’ve created to keep my limbs moving i’ll write my suicide letter in dollar store lipstick On the school bathroom mirror for all the kids to see i think i like you but you can’t hear you’re not here--sitting two seats away from me or halfway across town i’ll see you around but won’t look you in the eye cause i like killing myself one missed opportunity at a time.