Caving In

It's hard to say what's real these days
 My mind can be a dangerous place
 She's too naive for suicide
 But god I wish that bitch would die
 Give me, give me, give me, give me a reason
 Why every night I'm losing sleep
 God damn she's on to me again
 Or maybe I had too much to drink
 You see I think I figured out
 I figured out as I was thinking
 How to stop her piercing voice
 From everything that she was stealing
 Get the gun, get the gun, get the gun
 Is all I'm hearing again and again you know
 I used to be such a hopeless man
 And she used to be such a sweet, sweet thing
 She's too naive for suicide
 But god I wish that bitch would die
 Shot gun shells, yeah it's alright
 The whiskey says, "Let's take her fuckin' life."
 One thing I do remember
 Is that things never get better
 And I got to make the voices, make the voices for the maker
 Of the maker making voices, making voices
 Gotta make her, gotta, gotta make her stop
 Before my head comes caving in again
 You can walk this world all alone
 But I can still hear her, tearing me apart