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 grave But I ain't dead yet, and I got something to say You got holes in your clothes and booze on your breath You look like hell, and you smell like death 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 turn around and leave it to myself You got holes in your clothes and booze on your breath You look like hell, and you smell like death Been out way too long, headin' right for the edge If she asks about me, tell her I'm not dead yet You got holes in your clothes and booze on your breath You look like hell, and you smell like death