Testo di Good Intentions

Don’t like my mouth There’s just a hole where it used to be Can’t even smile, not even if I’m happy Don’t feel obliged to laugh on my behalf Can’t eat it all, I’ve got a lot on my plate right now Don’t fill me up, I really like my outline And then you go ahead and ring me up Asking about, my day, my mum, my dad My head, am I okay I don’t want your good intentions I’m not your man, and I can Sense your bullshit from my bedroom It’s driving me mad, I'm not sad But up on my throne I killed my sister I’m so alone: I really, really miss her And all those times she watched me bleeding out Strapped on a tourniquet, and smiled And told me I would be okay I just need your good vibrations I've gotten so ill, and I’m still Rigor mortis, set in motion Bring me to life, I’m so tired