Skip To The Good Part

What if we keep all our thoughts when we're dead? Do I really want that shit inside my head? I wear my headache like a crown And when you try to cheer me up, I put you down You're the apple of my bloodshot eyes And I wasn't always worth your time But your life is the best part of mine Would you lose your mind or discover it? End it all or just suffer it? You say pain is an instrument of love Each morning, awake but still in bed I already want the day to end I wear my headache like a crown And I wake you up so you can talk me down I start to talk but get tongue tied I say "Nothing, nothing's gonna change my mind Cos I'm running, yes I'm running out of time" Would you lose your mind or discover it? End it all or just suffer it? You say pain is an instrument of love Time, take me forward I want to skip to the good part I'm tired of playing along I'm tired of playing along I'm tired of playing along I want to skip to the good part