Not Dead Yet

All messed up with nowhere to go
I stare at myself in the mirror alone
It’s hard to make friends when you’re half in the grey
But I ain’t dead yet
And I got something to say
Oh, oh, oh, yeah
You got holes in your clothes
Booze on your breath
You look like hell
And you smell like death
Oh, oh, oh
There’s a stranger in my eyes again
I swear to God I don’t know him
You’re tired of me
I’m tired of you
So tired of (?) to myself
Oh, oh, oh, yeah
You got holes in your clothes
Booze on your breath
You look like hell
And you smell like death
Oh, oh, oh
I’ve been away too long
Hitting right through the edge
If she asks about me
Tell her I’m not dead yet
You got holes in your clothes
Booze on your breath
You look like hell
And you smell like death
Oh, oh, oh