The Blunt Force Trauma - the weakest man in all of twoson Lyrics

Introducing my depression
To my old pal Smith & Wesson
Maybe finally after this session
I'll finally learn my lesson
It's just an expression
Like I'm so tired
Or it's just
Chest congestion

Why stop the bleeding
I'm having fun just picking at the scabs
Are you really sleeping
With an eyelid open, well are your dreams that bad
Why keep him breathing
It hurts to see, it's just gonna make you sad
When'd you lose the feeling
When we was fab, but all those things must pass
When we was fab, but all those things must pass

That old time screw job
I swear we coulda been living in Montreal
I was a cotton swab
I was a fly on the wall
Now I'm trying not to sob
Pretending, it doesn't bother me at all

Why stop the bleeding
It's gushing red but it really doesn't hurt that bad
Are you really sleeping
Or is it moping in bed pretending that you're not sad
The waves keep receding
What did I do to go and drive you mad

Take it away
Take it all away
Take me today
Whatever you say

Why stop the bleeding
It's gushing red but it really doesn't hurt that bad
Are you really sleeping
With an eyelid open, well are your dreams that bad
Why keep the heart beating
If it hurts to see if it just makes you sad
When'd you lose the feeling
When we was fab, but all those things must pass
When we was fab, but all those things must pass