Have you ever seen a notice placed for some approaching date
Have you wondered if when that time comes you'll still be alive
Have you ever heard the clocks strike 12 and you're still running late
Do you feel like everyone's thriving And you're stuck in reverse just surviving
I do I know it's true I'm a fucked up Goner a basket case
The ice is wearing thin it's spring it's Fissuring right under me
It's a house made of some splintered Twigs it's my only shelter the storms Coming
I'm a piece of trash left in the rain and It's coming down to wash me away
It's a spider on my severed heart Corrupting the flesh that still remains
And it's me they're all things i did to Myself
And it's me a fuck up from the very start
And it's me and I now know I've got No one else to blame