I’m wasted and wounded
Washed up, polluted
Dim like the end of the day
Why did you run to be here by my side
When you should have been running away?
I’m worn out and wasting away

Locked up inside
Bored and preoccupied
For a day then a month then a year

I’m aggro and ailing
Fucked up and failing
Beat up and battered around
What did I say? You’ll regret it someday
Now you’re laid out and flat on the ground
Two more stains on that old battleground

Locked up inside
Bored and preoccupied
For a day then a month and a year

I’m worn out and weary
Dejected and dreary
Tired and dragging my bones
How can you say that it’s better this way?
That it’s better to be all alone
I’m wasting away on my own

I’m wasting away on my own
I’m wasting away on my own