Conversation With Dr. Seussicide I Hate Myself

Under a red sky, I told her "I want to die"
And how I cry with no concrete reason why
And have bad dreams every night

I feel sickly, like I am lost at sea
And all the girls I used to know are high on ecstasy
And they're much happier than me, I think

What better way, to put myself in my place?
What better way, to get out of this goddamn place?
Sometimes I feel like I'm stuck, stuck in this fucking place
What better way, to put myself in my place?

She told me things would pass
Like the girls who smoke the grass
Like huffing gas out in the dried-up meadow grass
Under stars that shine like glass in the sun

And she said "would you shoot me in the head?"
We shot the breeze and had malt liquor instead
Passed out together in the shed or the bed, I don't recall

What better way, to put myself in my place?
What better way, to get out of this goddamn place?
Sometimes I feel like I'm stuck, stuck in this fucking place
What better way, to put myself in my place?