Dying In Mexico

I had a vision

You were not with me

Looking through the days

Looking through the truth of the days

What's going on?

Small rags burn as if they rose in glory

Locked in tequila

And I was hoping to be the perfect boy

But here I am again dying for these stupid feelings

I was dying on a screen

And I should never have entered this game

My flame is going out right now

When your odds and your shut up close, will we all die?

When your odds and your shut up close, will we all die?

I was screaming

I was dead

I was traveling in space

I can't face everyone

My brain comes and goes while my guts come out

It's more a feeling than a simple: Fuck You (fuck you)

And I love her

I was just a space ghost

The night won't fuck it all

I discovered the truth

We weren't traveling to the mausoleum

Oh don't tell me we're still in purgatory

When your odds and your shut up close, will we all die?

When your odds and your shut up close, will we all die?