Sick in the Head

People say I'm no good

Write me off, oh yes they should

Fuck 'em they're just sick in the head

They're writing my history

Think somebody should've asked me

Everyone was safe in their beds

Their beds

And I said

I won't live, won't live like them

Everyone, they're all seeing red

I don't know

If it's alright with you, but I'll be gone

A ghost will be here in my stead, my stead

And I said

I can't live life underneath it all

Everyone is older now and gone

I will not be here forever dear

So let's just make this count a lot in here