Shoot me up, I'm feeling empty

Give me a shot, a dose of feeling

Thirty pain-givers are all I'm needing

To give rhythm to this pointless beating

 

She said "Time crawls but we still get older

My skin is hot, but the weather is colder

and the leaves on the trees seem to change

quicker than me

 

"I'm slow to laugh and my blood is getting thinner

My soul is feeling the bite of winter

and the ants on the pavement

seem to have more reason to be"

 

She grabbed my face with urgency

and her red face started pleading - 

 

Shoot me up! I'm feeling empty

Give me a shot, a dose of feeling

Forty pain-givers are all I'm needing

To give rhythm to this pointless beating

 

The high of her life was surely fading

the truth of her smile was slowly waning

she needed a bitterer and heavier

brand of supply

 

The empty conversations were becoming trite

the silence of the water would slowly pass the time

as she drowned in the deep and her soul passed by

she said she wanted pain to remind her she was alive

 

I was telling her, and she was telling me

and together we kneeled, begging desperately

 

Shoot me up! I'm feeling empty

Give us a shot, a dose of feeling

Fifty pain - givers are all I'm needing

To give rhythm to this trying beating

 

I've walked this road with nothing to give

No scars or marks to prove that I have lived

Little I've struggled, Little I've learned

Is a merit I've made, a merit I've earned?