(Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer, hahaha)

I just wanna see you for a minute
My minds been lost for a minute
For a minute, for a minute
Can't tell you what's goin' on
Don't know what I'm feelin'
Money comes and goes
Save a few, spend a few
Every time I go to sleep I dream of you
Every time I close my eyes I just see you
Inside of my heart
I been feelin' through
Rehab after rehab
Come home just to relapse
If it was a choice all these drugs would be through
But it's just so much deeper (yeah)
Carry too much baggage on my people
Even though I love you
Fill the, fill the void, fill the void, fill the void
Even though I love you
Smile at my casket
I'm at peace at my death
And I know it's just another sad song
May or may not sing along
And I know it's just another sad song
May or may not sing along
I'm not livin' life this way
I don't care about the fame
I don't care about the pain
I just wanna see you for a minute
Baby, I'm sorry that I'm finished

Don't know why you left
(H-E-R-O-I-N)
(H-E-R-O-I-N-E)
But you always come back, so
I'll give you back whatever is left in my chest
(N-O-H-E-A-R-T)
(N-O-H-E-A-R-T)
Prolly go broke givin' into false hope
Choke, chokin' from the vomit in my throat
I was too knocked out to notice
Overdose into a comatose
Be my, be my fuckin' slogan
I'm fuckin' broken
I'm fuckin' broken again and I know never to forget
My foes my friends are the same in the end
I hope I regret leavin' both when I am dead
All of the money and fame
Are only fleetin' ways to counteract my shame
All the drugs and bitches that I gain
Are only fleetin' ways to counteract my shame
I'm so lame
Everyday is the same (it's the same)
I'm goin' insane (goin' insane)
And nothin' ever changes, I hate it
I gotta get out my own way
Find a better way
Find a better way

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux