L.g. fuad

Let´s get fucked up and die..
I´m speaking figuratively, of course..
Like the last time I committed suicide.. social suicide..
Yeah, so I´m already dead on the inside,
But I can still pretend with my memories and photographs,
I´ve learned to love the lie.

I wanna know what it´s like to be awkward and innocent, not belligerent.
I wanna know how it feels to be useful and pertinent and have common sense.. yeah
Let me in, let me in to the club, cuz I wanna belong,
And I need to get strong, and if memory serves,
I´m addicted to words and they´re useless.

(In this department)
Let´s get fucked up and die..
I´m riding hard on the last legs of every lie,
And the BMX bike of my life is about to explode,
I´m about to explode.
I´m a mess, I´m a wreck.
I am perfect, and I have learned to accept all my problems and short comings,
Because I am so visceral, yet deeply inept.
I want to thank you for being a part of my the forget-me-nots and marigolds..
And all the things that don´t get old..
Is it legal to do this? I surely don´t know.
It´s the only way I have learned to express myself around other peoples´ descriptions of life..
I´m afraid I´m alone and entirely useless...

(In this department)
Let´s get fucked up and die.
For the last time I´m feeling
we´ll try not to smile
As we cover our heads and drink heavily into the nights
That´s no shocking and surprise.
I believe that I can, overcome this and beat everything in the end
But I choose to abuse for the time being,
maybe I´ll win, but for now I´ve decided to die.

Sister soldier
You´ve been such a positive influence on my mental frame
If I could ever repay you,
I would, but I´m hard up for cash
And my memory lacks initiative.

God damn the liquor stores´ closed,
were so close to scoring
it hurts, it destroys til it kills..
I am tired and hungry and totally useless.
(In this department)