It's early, too early to think straight. 'Cause I don't want to wait for cooler heads to call or calmness to prevail. Today, I feel like Hemingway. I'm out of brilliant things to say. Hanging plastic on the wall to sign my holy grail. I'm blowing my brains out. And baby it's okay. 'Cause I am not afraid. And it sure beats growing old and boring. Sure, a little dramatic cure. It's selfish, but it's pure, and I haven't got the fight. My true colors showing. Goodbye, know that I love you. I'm just lacking fortitude to see this chapter through. And so I must be going. I'm blowing my brains out. And baby it's okay. 'Cause I am not afraid. And it sure beats growing old and boring. I'm blowing my brains out. And if you choose to tell. I am not afraid of God. And I don't believe in hell's half warning. I'm blowing my brains out. I step into the light. At least there's fucking light. Cause these shadows bring me down each morning (x3).