Dead Weight

I just wanted someone to fight for
When you left I just fought more
Now I just stand around feeling empty
At the same time I try to paint myself friendly

I got these teeth that crack for miles
I got this mind that’s cracked and wild
Crooked teeth make for crooked smiles
Hang me on your wall before you dial

Self deprecating becomes self destructing
(in a matter of days)
The good life becomes something disgusting
(in the saddest of days)

So I aint countin on the likes of you
Tomorrows just one more day I must get through
And I still don’t know where Im going to
And I aint expectin you to know what Im going through

You got this sickening way of seeming so unfazed
And Ive got this morbid way of hating all my days
Your ears are full of all the bullshit Ive said
Now its fucking clogged the path into your head

Self deprecating becomes self destructing
(in a matter of days)
The good life becomes something disgusting
(in the saddest of days)

These days feel like great weights
Tied to ankles swimming great lakes

These days Im dead wieght
Treading water on your dead lake