Charlie
Mind is working overtime
Like it’s getting paid to do so
Wasting the years of my prime
Never knowing what to do, so
I lie on my bed awake
I lie to myself and smile
All the joy I have is fake
And my thoughts are always vile
I so want to kiss a gun
Share a bed with lighter fluid
Play with razors just for fun
Until both my arms are ruined
Every day we choose to live
Or that’s what they say at least
My dream is to jump a cliff
But I wake up in my sheets
Charlie, you're taking so long
Come on, make this one the last
Take me to where I belong
Make my name nothing but past