Better Off Dead

I fucked it all up in my head
Should’ve cleaned myself up
But I think I might be better off dead
I might be better off sitting alone at a stoplight
Put out my cigarette in an overflowing ashtray while
Trash is piling up in my passenger seat
I don’t think I want anybody sitting next to me

And how am I supposed to
Make you proud when I don’t care about anything?
Oh, how am I supposed to
Make you proud?
I’ve been messing up everything

I fucked it all up in my head
Should’ve cleaned myself up
But I think I might be better off dead
Rather than fucking you up in the head
I know I’m no good, but I’m trying really hard to pretend

Trying hard to sink in
Trying hard to fit
Trying hard to make sense
Of how I feel
What it means
What I could do to make anyone want to stay with me
‘Cause it gets hard
When I’ve been trying to please
Just myself for the past ten years
I didn’t care what they thought of me

And how does one make themselves proud
When they don’t care about anything?
Oh, how do I make myself proud
When I’ve been messing up everything?

I fucked it all up in my head
Should’ve cleaned myself up
But I think I might be better off dead
I might be better off dead
I might be better off dead
Dead
I might be better off