Fuck What Fireworks Stand For Testo

It's cold and I can barely see, and 5 AM is here again so hang your head with me.

I was walking next to you in a saturday night-type light.
The faces blurred in with yours as I stumbled some words on life...
I was breathing thanks to you in a saturday night-type light.
And when the faceless kids danced towards faceless ends I quit life.

'I can't believe that you're not dead'
shrugged my shoulders, laughed inside, nodded my head.
And I don't remember anything but seven songs of chances gone, that's all I know.

Anytime you want to go, I'm ready to go.
Nothing shines on 'feeling old' this isn't right.
All I want is a reason to smile before I'm dead, I'm dead, I live in denial.
There's nothing left inside of me.
You say there's more but I don't fucking care.