ninety-seven

So what's my aim? Sick and tired of treating life and love like a game Spend a couple bucks for a couple steps closer to One more point upon the scoreboard Maybe it's dysfunctional but How can I be held on my own? And what's your view? Tread the line of cold and gentle till we're through Fantasising won't make it any more true Until I'm 6 feet under Focus on that stupid number Desperate to prove I'm still here So kiss me softly if you want Then tell me what's next on your list I'm learning how to lose my front No, it doesn't get better than this I'll let you mess with my head Do what you want and I'm content As long as I can feel your skin on mine So help me begin Help me cross one off my list, take me for a spin Promise this makes me mature, cause I've got One more dream I want to relive One more thing you need to forgive One last thing to write in your note Is this being alive? The feeling that you're built to grow and thrive But really sit in stasis wondering Do I really want it this way? Can't I just stay in my duvet? Can't I let my worth just sit and lie? So I'll be watching from my room As the world moves on instead Set so much store in who I love That I need to clear my head I'll let you ease my mind Just promise not to leave me behind So long as I don't f*ck it up again And when my apathy fades And the tides come rolling in I'll pay for this my sin I swear I'll pay back all my sins But while the tide's still out And there's no hope left for me now I'll drive myself to death Got ninety-seven things left