Eleven
I wanna stay
I can't go on
And I'm going away
Till morning comes
I wear a hole in my head
And I won't be on my way till I'm
Fluttering, shuddering eyelids
And my skin is crawling
My fingernails falling
As my lungs begin to shudder
And my legs begin to flutter
Oh, that hole in my head
Won't be on my way till I'm dead
Fluttering, shuddering eyelids
And my skin is crawling
My fingernails falling