The air tastes like sickly sweet
peaches from off the tree
dying yet not quite dead
the oven, come rest your
head
I am I am I am
I am I am I am
I am I am I am
Who am I kidding?
You made me this way
Life isn't all that great
You did this to me
Life isn't all that great
My words are something real
Dirt from under my nails
Leaving, but not quite gone
face it, I have failed
I am I am I am
I am I am I am
I am I am I am
Who am I kidding?
You made me this way
Life isn't all that great
You did this to me
Life isn't all that great
