Dying in the Living Room

Lyrics

When sleep doesn't work And  you're so sick of yourself Can  you think of Anything more ironic Than dying in the living room? [Chorus] Oh,  my aching head It's  boiling up again And where is my heart? Cold  wrist, colder heart Welcome to the pain Hey, at least you still feel Smile wide, you're alive [Chorus]  x3 Drunk in a stranger's car Sir, please just remain calm