Last Time

Pinch me! I can’t feel anything.
I wish I was man enough
to go out and pick a hooker.
Or just anybody that makes me feel good.
What we have doesn’t cut anymore…

I’m tired of trying to figure it out
this time, who is to blame.
To hide my word with a stutter,
untruthful words, or a cough,
to deal with you constant lies
and your changing moods.

Don’t you know it hurts?
You should be able by now.
I think you just ignore.

Little by little everything dies.
Let’s not have a funeral.
Let’s celebrate with a glass of champagne.
Toast to the idiot here.
Toast to me–
The only one who didn’t know
that nothing of this would last forever.

You drove me insane.
Nothing in my head is in the right place.
I can’t find my mind anywhere.
This is the last time
that you raise you hands to throw
both of our lives in the air.