The Start of Act 3

Yellowed white Victorian lace Does quite nicely with the tears on my face God, I took about a hundred naps today Feeling guilty, feeling dumb Sorry dad, happy birthday mom I don't have an evil bone I'm just numb And I don't recognize myself lately It's like I'm the poster child for bad timing And by now how am I not living in a movie? This is the all-hope-is-lost, the start of act 3 Stitches in my dog's neck Roses wilting on my desk You have to admit This sounds like a script And the climax will happen in the dead of night I'll crash a car from going 90 on a 35 And I'll drown the whip Me and the vehicle skinny dip And I don't recognize myself lately It's like I'm the poster child for bad timing And by now how am I not living in a movie? This is the all-hope-is-lost, the start of act 3 This is the all-hope-is-lost, the start of act 3