Nothing At The Best

There's a dark figure at the end of my bed

When my eyes roll back it creeps into my head

Replaying all the facts

Foreshadowing future acts

Whispering your heart won't beat much longer

There's a list of reasons why and it's growing stronger

My hands are loaded guns

There's a split in my tongue

My mama's on the run from me

Not even a nurturing touch can set me free

I'm a faceless freak that can't rest

I'm nothing at the best

I've been scraping the tattoos off my arms

The blood running down seems a fresh start

My whole life's been an excuse

Hiding from the truth

I can't dance around it anymore

I'll just die fighting this war

There's a pool full of tears that I've caused

Lines on a chalkboard of all the ones I've crossed

That dark figure has handed me a knife

Whispers go vertical on that wrist tonight

Im a faceless freak that can finally rest

My tombstone will say nothing at the best

Yeah I'm nothing at the best