Well I'm too young
To be telling people
That my friends
Are dying
It’s the same old
Same old same cliché
And they tell you
Not to smoke a pack a day
But I like the way it tastes
When I know it’s my last meal

So cut it all up and run
What’s the use in staying
I think of who you’d become
I wanna bleach my brain
I wanna Bleach my brain
I wanna bleach my

Well you’re too old
To bury what you’ve made
Next to your own empty grave
No this life is too unkind

And I can’t shake
The apocalyptic notion
That I'm drowning in the ocean
As my ship begins to sink

So cut it all up and run
What’s the use in staying
I think of who you’d become
I wanna bleach my brain
I wanna Bleach my brain
I wanna bleach my

Well I'm too young
To be telling people
That my friends
Are dying
Its the same old
Same old same cliché

Well you’re too old
To bury what you’ve made
Next to your own empty grave
No this life is too unkind

So cut it all up and run
What’s the use in staying
I think of who you’d become
I wanna bleach my brain
I wanna Bleach my brain
I wanna bleach my (brain)
I wanna bleach my (brain)