Dead Skin

So I'm the king of all these things
 Of this mess I have made
 Such a waste
 What a shame
 My whole life is a fake
 Well I'm a bore and I'm sure
 I'm a thorn inside of you
 That has torn at you for years
 The alcohol, the Demerol,
 These things never could replace
 What a minute with you could do
 To put a smile on my face
 Well I'm a bore and I'm sure
 I'm a thorn inside of you
 That has torn at me for years
 I can't get out of this dead skin
 I can't shed my skin
 Not sure where to begin
 I can't get under my dead skin
 I can't shed my skin
 Can I slip to bed
 Phenobarbital and alcohol
 These two surely will do
 To knock me out
 To keep me down
 At least a day or two
 When I'm awake
 I can taste how bitter I've become
 And it's more than I can bear
 Some days I pray, someone will blow me away
 Make it quick, but let it burn
 So I can feel my life fade
 Well, I'm a waste, and I can taste
 How bitter I've become
 And it's more than I can bear
 I can't get out of this dead skin
 I can't shed my skin
 Not sure where to begin
 I can't get under my dead skin
 I can't shed my skin
 Can I slip to bed
 (I can't shed my skin)
 (I can't shed my skin)
 I can't get out of this dead skin
 Not so well to begin
 I can't get under my dead skin
 Can I slip to bed
 I can't get out of this dead skin
 I can't shed my skin
 Not so well to begin
 I can't get under my dead skin
 I can't shed my skin
 Can I slip to bed