As i sit by myself, and listen to songs that make me think of you. I'm wasted on the feeling of feelings I couldn't make come true. Drowning in pity, with thoughts so shitty, a feeling truly blue. Where nobody shady knows you, and nobody has a fucking clue. When you say you have to do it thinking, about what you thought was a thought you queued. I just didn't have a fucking clue. I've always had a fucking screw loose. What you think was something i wanted. Was honestly the amount i was allotted. Time after fucking time, you still can't see through these eyes. After all these years that go by, Can you believe, that I still just wanna fucking die? When things aren't just blings, anymore. When pings are dings, only for the soul. If only to put on a show, I wanna be Dave Grohl. [Outro] I just wanna be Dave Grohl.