I like this song.

It is depressing and intriguing and poderable:

Everyone's afraid of their own lives.
If you could be anything you want I bet you'd be disappointed.
Am I right?

No one really knows the ones they love.
If you knew everything they thought I bet you'd wish that they'd just shut up.

Well, you were the dull sound of sharp math when you were alive.
Not one's gonna play the harp when you die.
And if I had a nickel for every damn dime I might have half the time.
Do you mind?

Everyone's afraid of their own lives.
If you could be anything you want I bet you'd be disappointed.
Am I right?

It's our lives.

It's hard to remember, it's hard to remember we're alive for the first time.
It's hard to remember, it's hard to remember we're alive for the last time.
It's hard to remember, it's hard to remember to live before you die.
It's hard to remember, it's hard to remember that our lives are such a short time.
It's hard to remember, it's hard to remember when it takes such a time.

It's hard to remember, it's hard to remember.
My mom's god is a woman and my mom she is a witch.
I. like. this.

My hell comes from inside, comes from inside myself.
Why. fight. this.

Everyone's afraid of their own life.
If you could be anything you want I bet you'd be disappointed.
Am I right?