Two days left, dad’s two beers in
And my uncle is forbidden
And my mom can’t read the signs
And Chelsey’s fucking high

On weed she can’t pay for
Asking Carl and mom for money
Mom needs her coffee
But I need nothing

Sleeping on wet, beaded cotton
The arguments that they get lost in
Go crazy again and call the cops
Then make up and forget it all

Happened to me
I’m so lost it fucking stings
And my heart it cannot beat
I force the sound of sorry


If I had two days left to die
I think that that’s alright
At least it’s something to talk about

If I had two days left to die
I think that that’s alright
Although I’d spend my time fucking around
Although I’d spend my time fucking around