Suicidal Pistol Grip Pump Lyrics

Well it must be the love
I mean the lack thereof
The words fall off my tongue
Shot like bullets and made you run
What have I become?
Preaching for you to grab your gun
Put it to your head
Suicidal pistol grip pump

Back again I ain't dead just yet
Though your absence flows like a kiss from death
f*ck all the pretense cause everyone gets upset
I've gotta get this off my chest I can't keep playing pretend
So this is me, this is me
Somewhat put together and still bursting at the seams
Sing it one time for each dream I couldn't achieve

One time, one time for all my dead friends And everyone who spends time chasing dead ends
I wont last forever
And when I die I don't give a f*ck who attends

Cause I'm just a bitterromantic who's self centered antics
Made me transparent to my friends and parents
A lonely bastard birthed in a casket
Never managed to man up and move passed her
Youth by my side, .45 I keep strapped
Try and explain how I forgot how to laugh
Nobody cares so I put myself on my back
So doctor answer the question that I've been dying to ask
What lasts forever?
Forever. Forever. Forever. Forever.

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