Ceiling Fans Lyrics

(You're on my list)

Ceiling fans make me nervous

And they remind me a lot of you

The way that they're always watching

All the dirty little things I do

But I like to stand underneath them

What the hell have I got to lose?

An arm, a leg but more importantly

A solid place to hang the noose

Empty wardrobe's what you left me

When you left me

And I don't know if I'll ever meet

Someone else who gets me like you get me

Maybe I'll get high

And think about the past

Or maybe I'll get in my car

And drive right off the overpass

I don't wanna die

I don't wanna leave you all alone in this world

I don't wanna die

I just don't wanna be alive

I don't wanna die

I'm so sick of feeling all alone in this world

I don't wanna die

I just don't really feel alive any more

I take you into my arms, you take me out at the knees

Got me disarmed, you're in my dreams

Now your name inside my mouth

Tastes like cyanide to me

You're on my list (You're on my list!)

But I still want you on my lips

I hope I drink myself to death

Because you and I can't coexist

I didn't brush my teeth today

My room's a fucking mess

I think I look hideous

And I hate the way I dress

"Take a shot," she said, "you'll feel better

You look really hot in that sweater

Take it off, I swear you'll feel better

But god you look so hot in that sweater"

I don't wanna die

I don't wanna leave you all alone in this world

I don't wanna die

I just don't wanna be alive

I don't wanna die

I'm so sick of feeling all alone in this world

I don't wanna die

I just don't really feel alive any more