Been thinking of a hundred ways to end it all
Cut my chest open, lay my heart on the table - thought it all
Can't remember how it started, it just started to feel wrong
Something left unsaid someday gotta get paid, after all
Well it's another red day, I'm standing in the fumes
My body's working overtime, working overtime
Another red day, moody and confused
My body's working overtime, working overtime
Been feeling so low, can't seem to get high though I try, I try
Smoking till I burn the tip of my fingers, I try
Flowers in bloom, a burning in my womb, curled up in bed all day
I'm lost for words, but my body's got something to say
Well it's another red day, I'm standing in the fumes
My body's working overtime, working overtime
Another red day, moody and confused
My body's working overtime, working overtime
Been covering my eyes, been tempted to apologize
For the things I did when I was bleeding it out
I'm losing all my french and starting books by the end, oh
Lost track of time, lost touch with my only friend
Well it's another red day, I'm standing in the fumes
My body's working overtime, working overtime
Another red day, moody and confused
My body's working overtime, working overtime
Another red day, I'm blowing up a fuse
My body's working overtime, working overtime
Another red day, I'll never get used to
My body working overtime, working overtime
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