I'm gonna die alone, broken unknown, singing to the brass stain on the ceiling of an empty room I was a vessel of doom, tell the software spying on my kitchen I wanna listen to I hate myself and wanna die, chopped and screwed, fainting with my girlfriend, eating fast food And I'll be shoplifting memories into death, hungover at the Roscoe Chapel in the pouring rain Slide it down my shirt, stick clay at the loon up your skirt But all this poetry's just a bunch of horseshit, but horseshit gives life to fields of grass Before it turns to an overpass Sometimes I think my mother's purse, I'll never die, melted in my throat Sometimes I think makes me feel, I'll never die, let's prove Sometimes I think I'll never die This love feels like the smell of piss in the fog machine mist of Wrestlemania, row six, section eight It's so terrifying, don't it take your breath away She said her last lawnmower guy was a junkie, man that's fine I could see me stealing TVs all through the summer, do you still got his number? I dream of this easy in all the countries, I dream of young boys having hetero***ual *** On a Shea's Lounge house, on Ancestral Island I see everyone I've ever seen and their parents and their parents' parents Oh you know, you know, I think they're all here still I probably always will Sometimes I think my mother's purse, I'll never die, melted in my throat Sometimes I think makes me feel, I'll never die, let's prove Sometimes I think I'll never die