Smell the cheap perfume and the cigarettes
The sweat-stained sheets and the rotten sex
Another dirty whore lies next to me in my bed
My head hurts so much that I envy the dead

I wish I were dead

Another lost night, fragmented memories
I try and piece them all together so they make some sense to me
The more I start to remember, the more I want to forget
It’s coming back to me now, more than I care to admit

I wish I were dead
So all this shit would leave my head
But I must lie here in this bed

Smell the cheap perfume and the cigarettes
The sweat-stained sheets and the rotten sex