Just Finish Me Off

tonight my muse is a bottle of apple wine
3 sleeping pills, 3 muscle relaxers, and 2 mood stabilizers
cloud i don't give a fuck coming up in 30 minutes
sweet, sweet, sweet nothing swallow me whole

i have a heart. i have a soul. i have my own personal hell.
you see me but you don't care enough to ask me how am i doing
what's it matter, i'd just say ok. people don't care about
anyone but themselves. we are a selfish, pig, disgusting
American's are so superior bullshit of a country
image, money, excess, rehabs, breaking the back of the
working class just busting our chops so u can get ahead

step on me, step on me harder, come on dammit, step on me
crush me, break some god damn ribs, but your weight into
it man. tax me more, tax me more, tax me until i collapse

tonight i see through a haze of propaganda
we've been told this is the land of the free
and the home of the brave, maybe we started
out that way, but we are ALL slaves to money
no color, no race, no sex can escape this enslavement
you can't live without it & you can't get enough of it
it's the new addiction american's buy until they die

i have feelings. i fall in love. i have my heart broken.
why can't we see we are all the same inside
the outside is fucking irrelevant
we all fall into pits of sorrow
half of this fucking country is on anti-depressants
the other half is getting a divorce
and what's left self medicate with addictions
we are so far to the left from what this country
was intended to be

kill me, twist me, break me in 2, don't stop if i scream
don't cry because i do, u don't have empathy in your
emotional range. just get it over with so i can die
and leave all u stupid fucks behind

tonight, you sing to me such deep thoughts
i get carried away by ur aesthetically pleasant facade
i forget ur tortured too aren't we all so fucking depressed
i'll give you some of my pills if you give me some of yours
my pharmasits is my best friend, his name is bax, his brother
is my therapist, my shrinks been on Larry king
i Know i'm in good hands if he's been on TV he must be
worth $120 buck for 15 minutes. every street whore
wishes she could score that kind of dough

i hurt. i have secrets. i know pain.
don't dismiss me as a drunk woman ranting about her pathetic life
i'm not free and neither our you
tell yourself whatever you need to
whatever gets you through every damn endless day
but i know it's tired and your tired and i'm tired
why can't we just say i don't give a fuck the
next time we are asked a question
why lie, why hide our dysfunction.

destroy me. blow me up. hit me in the chest.
take away all i love and i'll throw myself in the grave
i talk in circles of nonsense
i don't want to be sincere
sincerety brings a false sense of safety
and we aren't safe and that's what the
goverenment what's us to think
so destory me. rip me apart. tear into my flesh.
let me be released into a black hole of inconsequence.