Twelve days left until the day I die
Living on Pop-Tarts and flat Coca-Cola
Dying on something I already sold ya
What do I say to the state of my condition?
Compare me to your life of constant repetition
I think nothing on the path of life
I’m along for the ride, and I’m nobody’s wife
One moment in your time you will finally see
The way that scraped knees always get to me
The way he struts his stuff on his sick skateboard
You’d think for all your life that he just scored
Twelve days left until the day we die
And twelve days is all that’s been of you and I
Living on waffles and watered down wine
Mother always told me what I wanted wasn’t fine
What do I say to my current condition?
Compare it to your life of constant repetition
