Pick me up from the bottom of a cup, I'm drowningnI got a bouquet of flowers for a friendn'Cause I'm sick of all his frowningnYou know he really should be more gratefulnFor all the things he's gotnHe's got a family that loves himnAnd you know they love him a lotnStill he yearns to take himself outnBy the train tracks with a shotnHe got more, more, more, he wants morennDon't take the words I say in this songnWith more than a grain of saltnI just left my boyfriend for slapping men'Cause he said it was my faultnI'll never see eye to eye with that mentalitynNow he's an enemy, so much for meant-to-benRolling over and dying has never been my thingnNow I want more... more... more. I want it allnnHere I come following you as if I lost my waynStanding there (mouth agape)nCollecting flies like I ain't got shit to saynnSo I'll keep thinking and talking out loudnIn the world inside my headnNot hearing a single fuckin' word that I just fuckin' saidnIf I am my own worst enemy then it would be better off to be deadnBut I want more... and more... and still I want it allnEveryone's a wreck... anyone could be next (this is the end)