In the event that you do adapt we still might not want you around

But I fell for the promise of a life with a purposeBut I know that that's impossible nowAnd so I drink to stay warmAnd to kill selected memories'Cause I just can't think anymore about that or about her tonightBut I give myself three days to feel betterOr else I swear I'll drive right off a fucking cliffBecause if I can't learn to make myself feel better How can I expect anyone else to give a shit?And I scream for the sunlight or a car to take me anywhereJust get me past this dead and eternal snowCause I swear that I am dying, slowly, but it's happeningAnd if the perfect spring is waiting somewhereJust take me thereJust take me thereJust take me thereAnd say and lie to me and sayAnd lie to me and sayIt's going to be all rightIt's going to be all rightIt's going to be all rightIt's going to be all rightIt's going to be all rightIt's going to be all rightIt's going to be all rightIt's going to be all rightIt's going to be all right                     den enda måltavla jag faktiskt träffar är min egen jävla fot och de forna klagoropen hinner inte ens sluta eka innan jag upprepar det, gång. på. gång.            "meningsfullt"