Put Arsenic In The Frosting Next Time

Another year gone by,

but still I can't say that I learned much

I still chug my caffeine,

and I still hate God.

Another year gone by but still I can't tell why I cry so much.

Do I need love or just a blowjob?

Cuz it seems like life's a party

Where everyone gets drunk and laid

but me

It's a beautiful night, but I can't say that it helps much

Life is still a lengthy suicide pact

And its a beautiful night, and that I wished I didn't give a fuck

I should have hopped that train, then never looked back

Cuz it seems like life's a party, where everyone gets drunk and laid, but me.

It seems like life's a party, where everyone's to fucking smashed to leave.