I'm gonna buy a gun
I'm gonna fill it with everything I think I know
Being in love and being free
And I'm gonna it to my head
I'm gonna wish that I had died in a car crash
Earlier this week

But I'm gonna drive up the west coast
I'm gonna get all Bonnie and Clyde
I will sit in the driver's seat
And you will sit in the passenger's side

I feel my eyelids getting heavy as the drugs kick in
I'll tell everyone to leave and go play PlayStation
'Cause it's too damn hard to try and figure out
If I'm a total fucking dick or if I'm just screaming my lungs out
For nothing
For nothing at all
For nothing for nothing at all

I wanna go up to the mountain
I wanna get closer to god
If god is lots of acoustic guitars and weed
But I think I'm scheduled to go home
And I'm gonna wish that I had died in a plane crash
Later this week
But I'm gonna fly up the midwest
I'm gonna get all flight ninety-three
And I will watch as the cities grow smaller
In the pleasant view from the window seat

I feel my eyelids getting heavy as the drugs kick in
But the plane is taking off so I'll just strap on in
'Cause it's too damn hard to try and figure out
If the Xanax is kicking in or if my nerves are kicking out of my head
Of my head
Of my head
Of my head