Dead Skin

So I'm the king of all these things of this mess I have made Such a waste what a shame my whole life is a fake Well I'm a bore and I'm sure I'm a thorn inside of you that has torn at you for years The alcohol the demerol these things never could replace What a minute with you could do to put a smile on my face I'm a bore and I'm sure I'm a thorn inside of you that has torn at me for years I can't get out of this dead skin I can't shed my skin I'm not sure where to begin why can't I begin again I can't get under my dead skin I can't shed my skin Can I sleep 'til then Phenobarbital and alcohol these two surely will do To knock me out keep me down at least a day or two When I'm awake I can taste how bitter I've become And it's more than I can bear some days I pray someone will blow me away Make it quick but let it burn so I can feel my life fade Well I'm a waste and I can taste how bitter I've become And it's more than I can bear I can't shed my skin I can't shed my skin