I'm sorry that your dad's dead

I hope you amend it
I think I've lost a lot of my friends
Through belief that I'm an instrument
Fuck me if you must then
Treat me like an old friend
I can't exist within my own head
So I insist on haunting your bed
If you could only hear what I said
You'd see that
I'm not scared... （anymore）

I'm not scared

I'm not scared

I'm not scared

I'm not scared

I'm not scared

Spin car round, push your head down down down
Smash into the ground with you
There's been a piece of glass found
And a terrible sound

What if what they're saying is true
Oh I prefer it in your bed, television set

I'm not scared

I'm not scared
I'm not scared