Seventeen ways I can stop this
Seventeen nights in this coffin
No one cares if you´ve lost it when
There´s seventeen hands in your pocket

Turns out that I didn´t even want this
Lying on your couch so fucking despondent
You should try getting high more often
Holy shit, what a concept

I don´t wanna hear
Who you´re dragging me under
It seems like every year
I swear that you´re getting dumber
I think I´m a drain, I can´t argue
You´re kinda the same, it´s sorta part of your charm
But when you really get on it
It´s pretty fucking obnoxious
Oh, lyrics

You finally call, it´s so arrogant
"You still playing your song, that´s so embarrassing"
Nice of you to be sentimental
I say as I swallow the chemicals

I don´t wanna hear
Who you´re dragging me under
It seems like every year
I swear that you´re getting dumber
You´ve got nothing to say at all
You´ve always had enough