Bury me in postcards

My situation is gray

Calling out the coast guard

Or some likeness of his waste

And it's true, that I don't believe you

Let the hours pass away

Not good enough to be here

Throwing books across the room

To intimidate the kids at school

But I don't lie, I can't lie

When I know exactly how you feel

My name is all that clings to my fate

Always my fault, I made a mistake

I won't buy it

Letters cut me out

Letters drag me down

Platitudes of martyrs

Selling records on the phone

Cut a man between the teeth

To laugh about his blood

And it's true, that I don't believe you

Let the hours pass away

Not good enough to be here?

Throwing books across the room

To intimidate the kids at school

But I don't lie, I can't lie

When I know exactly how you feel

My name is all that clings to my fate

Always my fault, I made a mistake

I won't buy it

Letters cut me out

Letters drag me down