Primetime

This is the dying, you are the disease
And I smile like Ritalin, the razor and me
This is the falling, you are the underground
This is the deep end, you are the drowning
One more hit and you’ll get better
Tin foil, cigarettes, you’ll be okay
This is not an after-school special
This is primetime, reload, and heroin
This is the final, you are the failing
This is the retro, you are the out of style
This is the grinding, you are the decay
This is the funeral, you are the casket
One more hit and you’ll get better
Tin foil, cigarettes, you’ll be okay
This is not an after-school special
This is primetime, reload, and heroin
And heroin
This is the once was, you are the has-been
You keep saying I’m in over my head
I’m in over my head
One more hit and you’ll get better
Tin foil, cigarettes, but it’s not okay
This is not an after-school special
This is primetime, reload, and heroin
And heroin