Suicidal Pistol Grip Pump - Yüth Forever

Well, it must be the love, I mean, the lack thereof

The words fall off my tongue, shot like bullets and made you run

What have I become?

Preaching for you to grab your gun

Put it to your head, suicidal pistol grip pump

Back again, I ain’t dead just yet

Though your absence flows like a kiss from death

Fuck all the pretense 'cause everyone gets upset

I’ve gotta get this off my chest, I can’t keep playing pretend

So this is me, this is me

Somewhat put together and still bursting at the seams

Sing it one time for each dream that I couldn’t achieve

One time, one time for all my dead friends

And everyone who spends time chasing dead ends

I won’t last forever, and when I die

I don’t give a fuck who attends 'cause I’m just a

Bitter romantic who’s self-centered antics

Made me transparent to my friends and parents

A lonely bastard birthed in a casket

Never managed to man up and move passed her

Youth by my side, .45 I keep strapped

Try and explain how I forgot how to laugh

Nobody cares, so I put myself on my back

So Doctor, answer the question that I’ve been dying to ask

What lasts forever?

Forever

Forever

Forever

Forever