from a separate elsewhere (trash raccoons and the psychology of change)

Fucking around writing songs for people

Who won't end up hearing them

And they all fucking suck so I'll throw them away

This album's just one big dead end

Well hold onto this October

Like it just might be the last

That you see our world full of horrors

Comfortably behind safety glass

And I'm helplessly afraid

And a little bit in love

But I don't know who to ask for help

'Cause all my friends fucking suck

And I know that I don't mean that much to you

But I've spent seven years searching for truth

Someone like me who could help me through my pains

And I've lost it too soon

If I could rewrite the past I would

Do things how I think that I should

I'd live through my hell just to be with you

If only I knew

If only I knew

If only I knew what to do