Reasons Not To Die (Demo) - Ryn Weaver

I'm sorry the party you threw for me

Was met with such a royal hitch I'm a b***h I

Don't mean to be selfish

You rolled out the carpet to watch it catch fire

It's just another Thursday my party

I cried like I always do oh oh oh

Oh oh oh

I flew here to help clear the mess that was me

Made up of fear and self hate

A stalemate with he who shall not be named

You tried and you cried confessing your grip was slipping

Couldn't help me you held me the shadows began to fade

Here's to the ones

The renegades who never run

Despite all of my ranting and raging so

Here's to the ones

Who hide the bullet from the gun

Foot down on all of my bulls**t but won't cage me in

Despondent catatonic suicide queen

By now I know a screw's loose or too few

Or worse there's too many

But of course the dark horse

You bet it all in stride

I hope I'm not a regret a sea swept

I'll fight to the finish line

And I get so stuck in my head

Lost in all the lies nihilistic backslide

And when I can't get out of bed

And I see the edge I'm slipping from the ledge

And praying to Gods I don't believe in for a sign

Some reasons not to die

And there you are

Here's to the ones

Who stuck in when they should have run

Despite all of my ranting and raging so

Here's to the ones

Who hide the bullet from the gun

Foot down on all of my bulls**t but won't cage me in

Here's to my fans

All in until the bitter end

Drink or two to the toast

Not too many though