Black Skies Ever Since

Call me Elliott Smith Black skies ever since A knife to my chest What's she lying 'bout next? Feeling depressed Glad to meet you, Angeles You'll misunderstand I'm gonna end up dead There's hate in my head Going through this again A Brand New mess Another fucking regret Big Ballad of Nothing She's out somewhere buzzing Sad music I'm bumping Got you feeling something And I don't ever want to see your face again A former shell of me will take my place instead I keep hearing all this bullshit that's been said Deja Entendu, bitch, you know I'm over it Cut my heartstrings, sick of hanging by a thread Got a bad feeling like I'm Horse Head Signed in on the sheet, guess I'm up next Said "you're gonna blow up" I could care less It ain't about that It's just for the fans Just tryna give back Yeah...