FAT LIP

Fat lip, vomit, hit the pen, I'm lit\r\nWorld's cruel, fuck school, no breaks, no rules\r\nIf that's what it's come to, then I need a ride\r\nLooking for love, is it even alive?\r\n\r\nIs it even alive?\r\nAnd will heal what I hide?\r\nWill it heal my life?\r\n\r\nMeter's broken and the train's been late\r\nEvery day this week man, oh great\r\nMama don't love me and she don't care\r\nAnd daddy don't think twice, he's off somewhere\r\n\r\nRibbons in my eyes are like the\r\nBloodshot mirror of my life and\r\nAll I want is to get right but\r\nI just got in another fight\r\n\r\nFat lip, vomit, broken heel, dimwit\r\nBar stool, beer me, gay-straight-queer me\r\nIf that's what it's come to then count me out\r\nLooking for signs of life, but that I doubt, my\r\n\r\nFat lip, vomit, hit the pen, I'm lit\r\nWorld's cruel, fuck school, no breaks, no rules\r\nIf that's what it's come to then I need a ride\r\nLooking for love, is it even alive?\r\n\r\nPassing strangers, Jekyll and Hydes\r\nAll got me hiding for my life\r\nI feel the tracks rumble below\r\nAnd the sterile steel rumbles my soul and\r\n\r\nBouquet's bouncing as I cry\r\nInto my sleeve, another bloodshot night\r\nI saw you with another guy\r\nWill the makeup cover my\r\n\r\nCover my, ill brood, backroom, fly by, blood shot eyes\r\nWill it hide, or heal the messy mood from my\r\n\r\nFat lip, vomit, broken heel, dimwit\r\nBar stool, beer me, gay-straight-queer me\r\nIf that's what it's come to then count me out\r\nLooking for signs of life, I fucking doubt, my\r\n\r\nFat lip, vomit, hit the pen, I'm lit\r\nWorld's cruel, fuck school, no breaks, no rules\r\nIs this what it's come to? Then I need a ride\r\nLooking for love, is it even alive?\r\n\r\nIs it even alive?\r\nAnd will it heal what I hide?\r\nWill it heal my...