From the recording A Boy Named Suicide
All I can say is I’m sorry for what I’ve done wrong. Try and see the good in me, help me believe it’s not gone. We argue all the time, but never will agree. I pray for the day I get off the shit and get to see my family. I was always under the impression that life is far too short to turn your back on your best friend, when his family won’t give him support. I can’t begin to count the ways that this world fucking makes me sick. Waste our time forming opinions while life’s clock continues to tick. I over stayed my welcome and I guess that it’s time to go. Lord, I apologize to everybody that I know. Somehow my strategy has become my own defeat and I became a junky living out on the street. How in the hell did this ever happen to me? How long does someone like me have to remain empty? Now the truth to me it isn’t plain to see. No matter what I do in life, can’t escape my misery. Getting high on the side of the church with bums to accompany me and all together we twist the pipe and drink some cheap whiskey. All I can say is I’m sorry for what I’ve done wrong. Try and see the good in me, help me believe it’s not gone. We argue all the time, but never will agree. Fuck my friends, fuck my life and fuck my family.