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 Working overtime Working overtime Working overtime Working overtime Working overtime Working overtime Working overtime Working overtime