’98

You saw me high. I split my lip so ugly, bloody. I'm begging for a kiss. I broke my back. Now Demerol is running through my brain. A doctors chart to tell me what's my name. Now this year won't go away. I can't take another day. And I'll chalk it up to fate but I'll never be the same. Now this year won't go away. Roll it over in my brain. And I'll chalk it up to fate. But I'll never be the same. We go along just like we did the year before. Another song that I can't write and I can't sing. Resentment is all that's left of me. Now this year won't go away