All I can see is the colour turquoise
Crowded in some dark void
And I’m down for the count again
Sitting in my old bedroom
Sitting here with out you
Cause all my friends got real jobs and stuff
And if someone would fucking fix me you know that I’d be
Right back pissing in the wind again
Why can’t this all just make sense

Fuck

All my bones aren’t weak, but I’d rather be in bed
I know that I’m healing, but I’d still rather be dead
Cause everything seems fine when I’m not here

Smoking who knows what on Orkney Beach never really feeling me
But now I’m missing all that god damn pain that made this home
And if you think I’m really leaving you better think again
That's right

All my bones aren’t weak, but I’d rather be in bed
I know that I’m healing, but I’d still rather be dead

All my friends piss me off
But I love them to death
I guess that’s enough
All my bones aren’t weak, but I’d rather be in bed
I know that I’m healing, but I’d still rather be dead

All my bones aren’t weak, but I’d rather be in bed
I know that I’m healing, but I’d still rather be dead