Dead Skin

So I'm the king of all these things Of this mess I have made Such a waste, what a shame My whole life is a fake Well I'm a bore, and I'm sure I'm a thorn inside of you That has torn at you for years The alcohol, the Demerol These things never could replace What a minute with you could do To put a smile on my face I'm a bore, and I'm sure I'm a thorn inside of you That has torn at me for years I can't get out of this dead skin (I can't shed my skin) Not sure where to begin I can't get under my dead skin (I can't shed my skin) Can I slip to bed? Phenobarbital and alcohol These two surely will do To knock me out, keep me down At least a day or two When I'm awake I can taste how bitter I've become And it's more than I can bear Some days I pray, someone will blow me away Make it quick, but let it burn So I can feel my life fade Well, I'm a waste And I can taste how bitter I've become And it's more than I can bear I can't get out of this dead skin (I can't shed my skin) I'm not sure where to begin (again, and again, and again) I can't get under my dead skin (I can't shed my skin) Can I slip to bed? (I can't shed my skin) (I can't shed my skin) I can't get out of this dead skin I'm not sure where to begin I can't get under my dead skin Can I slip to bed? I can't get out of this dead skin (I can't shed my skin) I'm not sure where to begin (again, and again, and again) I can't get under my dead skin (I can't shed my skin) Can I slip to bed?