Onward! and Forget All the Memories

Well now look at me, fair and lonely, with a woman on the edge of our bed

We used to sleep in there together, but now I'm hoping that I'll wake up dead

But I've got enough to last the week, and I'll burn through it hoping you think of me

Now watch your drive run out, you've gotta make ends meet, cause you don't wanna feel what you buried deep

They say nights will be the hardest, but they forgot about the morning and the day

And there's some lady of this harvest who is golden but too far away

So now I'm packing up my shit and I am leaving from these endless summer heats and bitter colds

'Cause as you were speeding I was dragging my step, so I guess that I'll pick up where I've been left

Well in a dark and filthy bathroom there's this kid who keeps hurting himself

'Cause he hates the way he looks and feels and how there's nothing that seems to help