Doing drugs, living fast Dying young, Darby crash I dyed my hair so give me a beeyuh I won't be here in the next five years (Hey, hey, hey) Eating broken glass (Hey, hey, hey) Like I'm Darby crash Sitting in my room Gun in my mouth I can't seem to figure it out I tried to make myself happy for so long But now I realize that I just can't go on (Hey, hey, hey) Eating broken glass (Hey, hey, hey) Like I'm Darby crash Jumping off the Santa Monica pier with you On LSD