sorry, i don’t get what you’re saying

You thought that I was so much better than I am
Well I’m sorry to disappoint you
But how could I become a man
When I don’t know who the hell I am
Got a Matchbox in my pocket
And this blood on my hands
So I’ll sit and watch the fire
Burning down my other lives
All I know ablaze and I don’t even think you mind
And I’ll think of all the times we laughed until our insides died
But I’ll call your therapist and tell her you’re still alive
See you in space, you don’t know what I’m saying
Can’t trust a word that comes out of that thing
Making it harder to just stay alive
Don’t wanna hear what you’re doing to me
Fuck