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Before you get too concerned, I'm not actually suicidal. I wrote this song about 15 years ago with the intent of writing some intentionally self-pitying garbage as a cathartic cheer-me-up. It got dark QUICKLY. I'm putting it on this site as a placeholder until we have some actual original tunes.

Drinking a beer alone
waiting for someone to phone
It's been like this for awhile
face down on the kitchen tile

And it's so dark in here
I guess I'll go and cry myself to sleep
after another beer and maybe some pills

No one returns my calls
so I've learned to talk to the walls
They're my only friends
I wonder, "Is this how it ends?"

And it's so dark in here
I guess I'll go and cry myself to sleep
after another beer now where'd I put my gun?