How Do You Know?

I've gone the past few years

Lying flat on my back

And kicking out at all my friends

And I don't wanna get old

I don't wanna throw stones

At all the people I know

But, how do you know what's best?

Do you live in my chest?

How the fuck do you know what's best?

Do you live in my chest?

And I'd rather get stoned

Than come to terms with myself

And when the days roll past

There's a hole in my head that I fill

Alone in my room

It's like a pack of dogs

Ripping through my ribs like it's hard

To stay awake without my heart

And I don't wanna be low

I don't wanna be cold

But it's a conversation I started

Now the only thing I know

Well how do you know what's best?

Do you live in my chest?

How the fuck do you know what's best?

Do you live in my chest?

And I'd rather get stoned

Than come to terms with myself

And when the days roll past

There's a hole in my head that I fill

Alone in my room